’ Gerald smiled. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. “And you?” “Same thing. Death belongs to God, young man. " "So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. You needn’t be in any doubt about it.
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