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I redoubled ot ho by my mother's chair, dressed for dinner, washed and fresh; he was reading an article from the Journal des Débats in his smooth musical voice; but my mother heard him without attention, and when she saw , and added that she didn't like this gadding about God knohere, and God knows in what co alone,' I was on the point of replying, but I looked at my father, and for some reason or other held my peace