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"Oh, there _is_ one, of course, but you'll never know it."
The assertion, laughingly flung out six months earlier in a bright June / garden, came back to Mary Boyne with a sharp perception of its latent / significance as she stood, in the December dusk, waiting for the lamps / to be brought into the library.