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“I do not understand. I cannot have my wife distressed or worried. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. ‘Say it. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines. You know that, and I know that, though we might be put to it to find a reason why. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. So, let's think no more about it.
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