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Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. In the present case it did not matter, as there was no one else within earshot. It was explosive and gratifying. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. She reflected before answering. ‘They cannot help it.
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