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“But it is a terrible thing. Carlstrom says that I’ve ruined Bob riding him so hard and that Bob must be”—,

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“Yes,” said Tellef, tearing up bits of heather and tossing them away. “It is cataracts Grandmother has in her eyes.”,

“So you would rather be an engineer than a lawyer, Bob? Is that what you want to tell me?”