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I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. ” “A man does,” said Manning—“a true man, anyhow. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. She had never had a real doll. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. It is positively hateful to think of it. They blinded me.
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