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‘You don’t even know what it means, do you?’ Melusine frowned. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. It must have cut him. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. Wood, despair will come over me; and, dear as this babe is to me, far dearer than my own wretched life, which I would lay down for him any minute, I have prayed to Heaven to remove him, rather than he should grow up to be a man, and be exposed to his father's temptations—rather than he should live as wickedly and die as disgracefully as his father. She found herself struggling with a storm of tears. He added, ‘Also others, but I don’t recall them. This at once thrilled her and worried her.
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