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-when she  could  not  find  her  daddy  there  she  realized  perhaps  he  was  ill, her  pretty  fair  and  rosy  face  turned  dark  with  fright, a  couple  of  meters  long  street  turned  pul e  sarat  endless and  testing her ,   she  reached  the  front  of  her  cottage  , her  own home,   once  upon  a  time  a  bunglow  with  lovely  large  windows   painted   had  turned  to  a  faded  image  of  itself with  closed  verandas  around  it