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...is what it is about, and though He does not favour me over others, I do know that He is aware of my value, of my status. I touch the book, brush across the leather binding with fore- and middlefinger, a last time. Then I stand up abruptly, take a few steps over to the mirror. I avoid looking at my face, and hastily adjust my collar, to make myself presentable for Walburga. - - - Dinner is quiet...
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