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Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. Died short, I suppose, and the girls had to shift for themselves. We've got to get him to care. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. They are their mother’s sons.
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