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It was at his side below the breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. I don’t think of you as a kid. Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you.
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