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I’ve got no feminine class feeling. She felt like Snow White in
a secret forest house populated by dwarves. 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 was about to add," continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no music except
the good old ballad tunes. I
know I am undeserving of your bounty; but if I were to tell you what hardships I
have undergone—to what frightful extremities I have been reduced—and to
what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scanty subsistence for this child's sake,
—if you could feel what it is to stand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who
have ever loved me, and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the
worthless and the wretched,—if you knew (and Heaven grant you may be spared
the knowledge!) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear to
me my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him,—if you were
told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach me, because I cannot
at once consent to a separation, which I feel would break my heart. He had one son, who had been co-educated, and three daughters with
peculiarly jolly red hair that Ann Veronica found adorable. She knew that her voice was
superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms.
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