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' Here a burst of pain overcame him, and with a dry sob he added: 'And that is what makes the terrible unfairness of it all!' The old man laid a kindly hand on his shoulder and kept it there for a few moments.
'My poor boy! My poor boy!' was all he said.

Harold shook himself as if to dislodge the bitter thoughts.

Mastering himself he went on: 'There was a lady with whom I was very much thrown in contact since we were children.