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I cannot come with you, pilla. I would wilt like a plucked flower. I belong here."
"Well, I belong here, too." They had reached the bottom of the hill and the line of palms that grew along the coast. The dhows bobbed mildly on the flat sea, their sails down, as white-robed Parsees gathered along the shores to begin their sunset prayers. Ada stopped walking and faced the golden ocean, the dying sun still warm on her face. She was infused with a feeling for which she did not have a name, but which
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― The Clockmaker's Daughter
― The Clockmaker's Daughter
