Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. Then came the great day. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it.
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