She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. Smith's melody had subsided. She could still feel his psychic presence all around her, and she knew he was thinking of her. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. “I’d give anything to kiss your neck.
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