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"Yes, it was my father who stood before me.
"He was dressed in deep mourning, and he looked older by twenty years than when I had seen him last. As I gazed on his worn face, on which there was no trace of anger, but only sorrow-I was suddenly smitten with remorse for all I had done to him; wrongs of which I never realized the enormity until now.