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“Then go, in God’s name, Jean. But he careful, I beg of you. And keep an eye on my Father. If anything hit him—”
“Certainly, my dear.”
“When will you be back?” the Frau Consul called after him.
“Well, about half past four or five o’clock. Depends. There is a good deal of importance on the agenda, so I can’t exactly tell.”
“Oh, I’m frightened, I’m frightened,” repeated the Frau Consul, walking up and down restlessly.
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