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"He said, by way of comfort, I suppose, after the fright he gave me at first, that the child would find a friend within twenty-four hours, who would stand by him through life. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. He is not in a state of mind to bear it. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other. And if you mean that he may have reconciled himself with his own father, you waste your breath. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. He could not move; but stood like one stupified, with his hands clasped together, and eyes almost starting out of their sockets, fixed upon his unfortunate parent. And she—’ ‘She!’ interrupted the young lady crossly. We will go to the passage and then I shall bind you.
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