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And now Stella, for the very first time today, appears to have completely dropped her tough bitch garb, her wise old hooker armour, which likely will not serve her well while she is here anyway. She is beginning to cry, soft little sobs proceeding from her mouth and shaking her strong and sturdy shoulders, and I see tears on her cheeks. "Oh Lord", she says in a soft and tremulous voice, "Thank you, thank you so much, Jesus, for your great mercy and love. For forgiving Caspar, for receiving him as your own", and now she simply breaks down, covering her face with both hands, while the rest of us look on, as though we are witnessing the birth of a child...