Good riddance. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury. And yet the moment I am safely out of the way you are content to dress yourself in my rags, to go and get yourself popular and admired and successful, all on my reputation. And were you to load me with thrice the weight of iron you have ordered you should not prevent my escaping a third time. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered.
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