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“Queer letters he writes,” she said. . His two wives have been here. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. I suppose we’re all human beings really, but what price the sacred Institution of the Family! Us as a bundle! Eh?. ” She covered her face with her hands. " "But they are everything to me," cried Jack, stooping to pick them up.
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