I told them lies. He was nearly wincing. She pointed. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury.
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