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Sir John stood upon the threshold. ‘I do not understand you. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. . You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice.
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