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Out in the street Kumalo spoke. 'There is something wrong.' 'I do not deny it. My friend, two of us are too many together. Turn left at the big street and wait for me there.' Heavy-hearted the old man went, and Msimangu returned to the house. She opened again to him, as sullen as before. 'I am not from the police,' he said. 'I have nothing to do with them. But there is an old man suffering because he cannot find his son.' 'That is a bad thing,' she said, but she spoke just words, not her feelings.
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