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I deferred to him on so many questions and trusted him more than myself, that I feel as if I had lost the best part of myself.
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gutenberg.orgGeorge F. Hoar: “I deferred to him on so many questions and trusted him more than myself, that I feel as if I had lost the best part of…”
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Hoar articulates a profound sense of loss, feeling incomplete without the guidance of his trusted companion.
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