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His foot tapped impatiently, and he took up the papers. "Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong; it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together. "But, I own, I think it is like. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. But here she met with a check. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges.
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