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Are you ill? he heard Dessalles voice. No, answered Nikolinka, and he lay back on his pillow. How good and kind he is; I love him! He thought of Dessalle. But Uncle Pierre! Oh, what a wonderful man! And my father? Father! Father! Yes, I will do something that even he would be content with |
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