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Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. But that still left the forty pounds!. And her mother, looking unusually alert and hectic, wore cream and brown also, made up in a more complicated manner.
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