But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. That is why I am here. And yet, at the end of this prayer a subconscious thought broke through to consciousness. This foster child’s name was Mary Lucia Iovelli, and we have photographic documents of a woman who looks exactly like you, dear. ’ Fury rippled again.
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