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"Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. She infused menace into her voice. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. "Always plenty to spare.
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