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Fritz flailed against his mother wildly, crying generous tears. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. I won't dig their graves with my nails. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and in another moment the dining-room door was flung open. “Nor am I now,” he answered. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. She could have dined alone in her room; but courage had demanded that she face the ordeal and have done with it. As he turned the handle, it moved, and the door was taken from his hand and pulled outward by the young footman.
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