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My own name, Veronica — an ugly enough thing I had always thought, it sounded like either the ointment or the disease — was one her great favourites. St Veronica wiped the face of Christ on the road to Calvary and He left His face on her tea towel. Or the picture of His face. It was the first-ever photograph, she said.
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My
own
name,
Veronica
—
an
ugly
enough
thing
I
had
always
thought,
it
sounded
like
either
the
ointment
or
the
disease
—
was
one
her
great
favourites.
St
Veronica
wiped
the
face
of
Christ
on
the
road
to
Calvary
and
He
left
His
face
on
her
tea
towel.
Or
the
picture
of
His
face.
It
was
the
first-ever
photograph,
she
said.
