“Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. ” He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him.
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