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It was full upon us, told nothing, and my attention, though not my glances, passed to Mr. Pollard, who, motionless in his place, hesitated what reply to give to this simple question.
“Guy has not told you, then,” said he, “what caused the shock that has prostrated our mother?”
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“But —” the trembling little woman at my side began.
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