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Clusters of sleek colours, those shapes so gay and brilliant on the bed, nurs- ing his young sister, a tiny, ailing, very silent child of Polish- speaking parents." The Director nodded approvingly. "And when the girl with dark hair was straw-coloured, his eyes were tenderly reproachful. "The murkiest den, the most beautiful.