” Courtlaw was pale and dishevelled. His natal burr was always in evidence when he was sentimentally affected. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. There was no need to be afraid for me. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. "I am your most unhappy son. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street.
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