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Stanley poured wine. Michelle looked like she was about to throw up herself. Tears sprang to her eyes. We’ll make short work of them. I knew it. But she had loved the man. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now.
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