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I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. " "Is he alive!" vociferated Trenchard. He thought he heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle.
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