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No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. ‘I’ve had enough of this. He wasn't quite hard enough to win worldly success; that was his fault. Mr. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven.
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