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BOOK 2 · CHAPTER 4: In the Web of the Ineffective
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In the morning Mr. Britling's face was white from his overnight brain storm, and Hugh's was fresh from wholesome sleep. They walked about the lawn, and Mr. Britling talked hopefully of the general outlook until it was time for them to start to the station.
The little old stationmaster grasped the situation at once, and presided over their last handclasp.