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He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Her eyes were lit with mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you. He might have been a complete innocent, she did not know and did not bother to find out. “Wow.
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