A POET OF NODODY
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How are you, dear child?’ he went on, putting his arm affectionately round Hatta’s neck. Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread-and-butter. ‘Were you happy in prison, dear child?’ said Haigha. Hatta looked round once more, and this time a tear or two trickled down his cheek: but […]