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I was always told my mother died the day I was born. dear. “Let us sit down for a moment,” he had said. ” She laid her fingers for a moment upon his arm. It was below consciousness, elusive; so he sent out a call to his friend, defensively. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. Capes saw her, felt for her, cared for her greatly, even if he did not love her.
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