She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. ‘Cousin? But I am a fool.
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