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People who entered only the big stone church to perform their devotions wondered how the men and women andchildren who frequented it could endure the heat within . The chapel , however , had many windows staring out of its iron sides ...
People who entered only the big stone church to perform their devotions wondered how the men and women andchildren who frequented it could endure the heat within . The chapel , however , had many windows staring out of its iron sides ...
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The younger woman smiled and passed a hand over her mouth to hide it . ... Both women contemplated the young moon as clouds passed across its serene face in quick succession , giving it a wan and ghastly radiance .
The younger woman smiled and passed a hand over her mouth to hide it . ... Both women contemplated the young moon as clouds passed across its serene face in quick succession , giving it a wan and ghastly radiance .
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“ You are a woman now , child , ” Simeona said . “ In my time , women your age were suckling their second or third child . ” “ Women had nothing to do then , ” argued Corazon . “ They did not teach in schools or work in offices ...
“ You are a woman now , child , ” Simeona said . “ In my time , women your age were suckling their second or third child . ” “ Women had nothing to do then , ” argued Corazon . “ They did not teach in schools or work in offices ...
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