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Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. Jests are not for seasons like this. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things.
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