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... ered to look at him again and was about to head inside the building.
"Uncle..."
Nathaniel Quinn clung to his leg, his whole face dirty, with tearstains leaving furrows on his cheeks.
"Uncle, what can I do to make amends for this? Tell me, as long as I can do it, I will. I didn’t mean to; I never thought it would come to this..."
The past few days had been unbearable for him; he couldn’t eat or drink, and Eleanor Hollis’s voice chastising him constantly reverberate ...
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