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‘Tell me, my boy. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself.
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