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On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Nothing stronger than water has passed my lips for years. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. ” “Oh, Lucy, I never have stopped thinking about you since the first day I walked you home. Manning, her aunt and father, neighbors, customs, traditions, forces. And he could not return this love. The loneliness of the place somewhat depressed her.
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