’ The captain grasped her more firmly. "There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. “One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best.
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