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dead, for something they could not repair, made the room
beautiful. Momentarily, he sat again on his father’s knee,
riding with Moseby while the old loyalties and devotions
fought on around him. Almost with an effort he turned
back to his two women at the table and faced the whole new
world in which he believed.
—Do you mind if I pull down the curtain?
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