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Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. ‘Quite mad, nuns are. "I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length. " "Permit me to see it, Sir James!" requested Jack. Wood, glancing angrily at her husband.
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