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  "thread": {
    "id": 5072,
    "subject": "the maids of contessa",
    "messages": 2,
    "voices": 2,
    "first": "2008-06-27T08:11:17+00:00",
    "last": "2008-06-27T13:04:59+00:00"
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    {
      "message_id": "<890822.16185.qm@web58213.mail.re3.yahoo.com>",
      "from": {
        "name": "Marc Aramini",
        "address": "marcaramini at yahoo.com"
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      "date": "2008-06-27T08:11:17+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) the maids of contessa",
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          "text": "all right, all the beheaded saints has convinced me that it is no coincidence and that there is some real beheading going on somewhere, like st. dorcas coming back from the dead.\n\n\n      "
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    {
      "message_id": "<4864E57B.8080707@gmail.com>",
      "from": {
        "name": "Dave Tallman",
        "address": "davetallman at msn.com"
      },
      "date": "2008-06-27T13:04:59+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) the maids of contessa",
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          "text": "We can also look with fresh eyes at the lines in the play that predict \nthe Contessa's fate:\n\nContessa: If my body held a part of yours -- drops of liquescent tissue \nlocked in my loins...\n\nMeschia: If it did, you might wander Urth for a time longer, a lost \nthing that could never find its way home. But I will not bed you. Do you \nthink you are more than a corpse? You are less.\n\nIn other words, if the Contessa (Catherine) becomes pregnant with the \nseed of the New Sun, her life will be prolonged but she will never be \nable to return to her home (her own time)."
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