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He gazed up at the enormous face. Fourteen years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark shadows under his eyes. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two cheeto-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Lowtax.
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