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“John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. I'm not noble; so my honourable ancestors will not turn over in their graves. ‘Come, I am concerned merely for your safety, you know. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Life seemed a very brave and glorious enterprise to Ann Veronica that day. It’s my other side of the moon. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own.
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