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I broke into weeping I couldn't do such a thing I couldn't do it I didn't know for sure! I just didn't And if I had been the dupe of God, was that God's will for all of us?

"Lestat!" He glared at me, or rather I should say, he fixedyou now, listen to what I sayDon't get that close to theain! Don'tmore that you can do Let her tell the tale her ith her angel er It's pa

ssed into history already "

"I want to talk one more time to the reporters!"

"No!"

"This tihten anyone, I swear I won't, David"

"In time, Lestat, if you still wantin time" He bent down and s "

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THE ORPHANAGE was cold Its thick brick walls, bare of all insulation, held the cold, and made it colder within than the winter outside Seeiven it to iven over the deed to one like a comet across the sky

Was there a country on earth where the news networks had not carried her face, her voice, her Veil, her story?

But ere home, this was our city, New Orleans, our little land, and there was no snow falling here, only the soft scent of the sweet olive trees, and the tulipoff their pink petals Look at that, pink petals on the ground

So quiet here No one knew of this place So now the Beast could have his palace and re in Hell, or whether both of the in Heaven!

I walked into the chapel

I had thought to find drapery and heaps and cartons and cratesRather, it was a co was placed properly as it should be, unwrapped, and dusted, and standing there in the gloom Statues of St Anthony, St Lucy with her eyes on a plate, the Infant Jesus of Prague in his Spanish finery, and the icons hanging on the walls, between the s, look, all neatly hung"But who has done this?"