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🏆 “There is an old Hindoo proverb,” he said: “That when a man and woman love they dig a fountain down to God.” “I know he’ll come back,” he said. “I won’t tell you why I am so sure. Perhaps you wouldn’t believe.” He was still holding her hands, looking into her eyes.!
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