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But then, because my papa had no money,
you understand, he sent me to a convent. \"Thanks for lending me the clothes. I’m in this apartment and looking for work because—Well, what else can I
do, when my father practically locks me up?”
“I know,” said Mr. I put
my foot down like—like adamant. "My God! will you see your child strangled before your eyes, and not so much
as scream for help?" said Wood, staring at the widow with a look of surprise and
horror. The little streaks upon the
germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the
trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden
flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their
witness and are illuminated.
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