Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. I told them lies. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. I should like to have had you forgive me. Set yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my friend again. "Very well, Mr.
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