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One day she received a letter from Folk. He had come to London at the request of the French Government to consult with English artists on a matter he must not mention. He would not have the time, he told her, to run down to Liverpool. Could she get a couple of days’ leave and dine with him in London. “No,” she answered. “I’ve seen all the horror and cruelty I want to for the rest of my life.”!
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