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...a gloomy, cavelike place far underground. Even I was oppressed by the weight that hung over our heads. A very small hole, high above, admitted a feeble light.
Standing in the light one of them put his hand out. "I think it may be raining out there..."
They didn't like the look of the place.
"You continue to judge everything by the way it looks!" I cried, exasperated by their timidity. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. If you think of all the deceptions practiced in my family, particularly on my father...
We went down the only way open to us and came to...
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