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Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. “Leave them!” He yelled. He's down in Patagonia somewhere. But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an intrusion. I am guilty practically of the impertinence of coming to ask you whether I misunderstood your sister. Sir John hesitated, and then continued. A small voice greeted her, hissing. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. “I will tell you all that I know,” Anna said. "Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation.
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