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But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. Ireton, you are in league with him.
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