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‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. "Do you not know me, father?" said the young man, advancing towards him, and warmly grasping his hand. He went on with intense urgency. He was wearing a new silk hat, with a slightly more generous brim than its predecessor, and it suited his type of face, robbed his dark eyes a little of their aggressiveness and gave him a solid and dignified and benevolent air. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital.
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