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White assented. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ‘I went to see him because I thought he ought to know about you, having already been imposed upon by our friend Gosse. The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come. Was he your natural father? Did you know him?” “No, I didn’t.
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