The chromatic fiction with which he relieved his mind glanced but slightly at this aspect of life, and never with any quality of guidance. From under his pillow he dragged forth the key to the trunk. "There, Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. But it looked as if the boy was not going to be of much use. ‘Why did you bring him? I hate him.
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