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He is all kindness, and will overlook them for your poor father's sake —for mine. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. Now I have done something for which you might be pardoned if you did kill me.
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