Mr. ’ Leonardo had taught her that. He remembered also, all at once, the very first words he had heard her speak: “I was not born to this. When the doctor came in—he had just finished his breakfast—O'Higgins rose and presented his card. “Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances. Detached, it was not impossible that she would be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears. ‘You have rifled his papers. You don’t know. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house.
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