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Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. He reached for her and she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a few times when he had suffered bad fevers. There was a maiden aunt who lived in the North who might let her live there for a few weeks until she disappeared. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. She tried to be casual. But tell me one thing I don’t understand—tell me one thing: How can you help it by coming down into the battle and the mire? That’s the thing that concerns me.
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