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I’m sorry. ” He made a little noise in his throat as if something had cried out within him, and for a time they were both too full for speech. How long he continued thus he scarcely knew; but just before dawn, he managed to regain his legs, and, crawling up a bank, perceived he was within a quarter of a mile of Tottenham. “Will you say what you have to say, please, and go. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. Well, I've had to be.
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