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Even as she watched, the sweat of weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. But he was not a father one could make much of. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play.
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