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A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. He tore his gaze away, aware of the quickening of his heartbeat. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. She could not see what occurred, though she guessed it; but she saw Jonathan's devilish triumphing glance, and read in it,—"Your son has committed a robbery—here—in these holy walls—he is mine—mine for ever!" She uttered a loud scream, and fainted. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. God is a jealous God, and He turned upon me relentlessly. “I get that a lot. He wanted to talk with the patient, test him variously; and he wanted to be alone with him while he put these tests. ” “And you have sent him about his business.
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