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‘That’s why I never told Joan Ibstock that you were still with me when I wrote. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. For a few minutes all was silent. Besides, you cannot tell where it will end. You're always complaining that you can't keep anybody more than three months. I speak no harm of her. " "Add that to what she is now suffering? It's too late. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care.
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