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Had he had the child to think of, he might have recovered from his grief at Mary’s death. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. So far it had been plain sailing, and it had seemed fairly evident to go on: “I find it very difficult to answer your letter. . This person was speedily followed by half a dozen others, some of whom carried flambeaux. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. ’ ‘How can I have more? You have taken my pistol. Think! You could not have done it.
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