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I ask you to believe that I have no ill-will against Brother Copas." The Master had arisen, and stood gazing out of the window immersed in his own thoughts.
"Eh?
I beg your pardon ?" said he absently.
"I--I feared, sir, you might think I said it to his prejudice." "Prejudice ?" the Master repeated, still with his back turned, and still scarcely seeming to hear.

"But why in the world?
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