The Silence of Dean Maitland: A Novel, Volume 1 |
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... for the tremendous rush of emotion that overwhelmed him when the dean opened his clear - cut lips and said , with the pathos the words demanded , “ We took sweet counsel together , and walked in the house of God as friends .
... for the tremendous rush of emotion that overwhelmed him when the dean opened his clear - cut lips and said , with the pathos the words demanded , “ We took sweet counsel together , and walked in the house of God as friends .
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