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A door slammed. E. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. ‘She would not tell me.
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