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You seemed to me to be slipping and slipping, and your face was white. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. ‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done. Even if you pretend sometimes to be without sense. Do sit down, dear boy.
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