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“Those were good. Nothing seemed to be amiss. For a time he heard no more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that filled half a column of the Times that day. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. ” Mr. I thought one had only to take it by the throat. Manning, with a baffling smile.
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