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‘Here we go again. Died short, I suppose, and the girls had to shift for
themselves. You see, aunt, it’s the only possible way
for me to get a good degree in my subjects, and father won’t hear of it. I always wondered why he bought my mother's pearls so
readily. Now, he must have
folks somewhere. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains,
into the apartment that served as a reception-room. “But your hair,” he gasped. You needn’t be in any
doubt about it. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something
mean, some secondary kind of force. You can tell me the rest another
time.
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