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He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. ’ ‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger. Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting. I had a perfect shoal of callers. The raising of twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers. Set the boy free. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women.

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