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... he did so, he gave me a meaningful look, which seemed to mean to meet him later.


“Thank you for the gift,” said the Duchess, with a sad look of courtesy. I thought for a moment about how to explain the appointment I made at the time and eventually said something else.


“I’m glad you received it. But I can’t see your son yet.”


“Yes.”


It was a question I asked without much thought, but the weak duchess’s response was unusual.


Looking at the sad look ...

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