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His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. "You can shave him, you know. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. Still silence everywhere. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the idea that someone might be listening. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. What about your real mother? Wasn’t she also a foster child? Michelle told me that she was suspected of murder, some people named McFerrin, McDougal. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. "No. She’s already spoken for. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. ’ She stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing.
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