Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. It was Sebastian’s fault for slapping her face and letting the baby out. ’ ‘It was so,’ said Valade, becoming a trifle more fluent.
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