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‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. .

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