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It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. He and his friends (he had at least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make their exits as quickly as possible. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. ” “Think not,” that young man remarked laconically.
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