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To come back to the empty house, having watched the train carry them off ("Kiss papa good bye! . . . good bye . . . good bye, my darlings! Come back with rosy cheeks. - Try to forget, Mary . . . my poor old wife!"): to come back to the empty house was like facing death anew. All the doors, three on each side of the central passage, stood open, show