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No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. He sent me home. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. And the woollen-draper departed. But I found it no laughing matter, I can assure you. The door leaned inward. ” “It’s the perpetual trouble,” he said, “of parent and child.
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