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Her face showed no sign of having heard Pompeii.
It was a face that had lost its childlike softness and was beginning to fold within its fragile features a harshness that belied the lyric lines of its contours.
The eyes, blue and always somewhat downcast, possessed a sullen quality.
Even though the boy could not see them, he knew they were clouded by distance.
He was never sure they fully took him in.

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