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head, the curve of his cheeks were losing the childish softness that still belonged to his years. . . .
And, when Van der Welcke felt bored in his smoking-room and went and sat with Addie in the “turret,” always first punctiliously asking his son if he was interrupting him in his work, he no longer took him on his knee. . . .
