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It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. I know he is dead. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one recalcitrant horse and leading another. I don’t love you.
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