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The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. ‘s as mad as any of you, in spite of all his respectability; not a bit of him straight anywhere, not one bit. ‘You didn’t understand it any better than I. There were no mourners. He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners. They then clambered over a hedge, and scaling another wall, got into the garden at the back of the house. Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's uneasy recollection of Judas. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. "My father!" she whispered.
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