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“No! My father. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. It is Thérèse. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Even if you pretend sometimes to be without sense. I am far too much the gentleman. ’ He fitted the hat onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face.
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