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For that matter, my future be damned. ” He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again.
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