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This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. Quite ordinary. He made a note of the idea and stored it away. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames.
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