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‘But I was not there. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. His face darkened. She would just have to show up and hope for the best. It is extraordinary. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. ’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding.
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