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“My child, I do not wish. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. I will dedicate my books to you. She had never said anything so horrible to anyone in her life. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. You will have to tell me. You fell in at once with her quixotic and damnable scheme of foisting her reputation and her follies upon your shoulders whilst she marries a rich man and commences all over again a life of selfish pleasure. The low ceiling made him seem abnormally tall. However, come along. Wood hadn't struck me.
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