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Well, the god must look to that, son. But when you answer me again,  softly, please, softly whisper your words. For sick men's restless sleep is quick to vision. But, please, use your utmost care to win that prize,  that great prize, by stealth. For if you maintain your present purpose towards this man—you know what purpose I mean—then truly there are irremediable troubles in store, which a shrewd mind can foresee.
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