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" As he said this, he moved forward a few paces, when, finding his feet glued to the ground by some adhesive substance, he stooped to feel what it was, but instantly withdrew his hand, with an exclamation of horror. What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. And go quickly that I may finish to search. Papa doesn't even care, but he just goes along with whatever my Mom says.
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