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She sent no answer.
He felt an immense relief. ("Now, how was I to spare five hundred lambs?") But at night--in the blank hour before turning in, or when he awakened from a bad dream--then he felt as though cold stone walls were closing in and crushing him. "Seven years, seven years!" he groaned to himself.