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to sit around on a rainy day in the country
and think how it would have been if
we’d had a son or a daughter the son
would have taken after you the daughter after me they’d
now be grown up and would visit me
from time to time and I’d feel old beside
them and ask them for heaven’s sake
for advice which they might possibly
give me and I would ask my
daughter how she was doing and gaze at her
long to get to the bottom of her soul. But both would
be bottomless, he presumably would
be smoking a pipe, be taciturn and soon take his
leave again and I would shed
tears or try to hold them back and she
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