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My only love is for my poor lost son. We live under man-made institutions, and that is what they amount to. ‘They lived with him, one after the other, for all the world as his wife. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. Know that I love you, that I will always love you. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to.

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