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They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain: “A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear; A man scores always, everywhere. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. My father thought the latter. Horrible doubts assailed her. Her heartbeat raced, her limbs turned to water, and it was only by a miracle and the strength of the arms that held her that she remained standing on her feet. Wood gave the required promise, though he could not help thinking that if either of them had cause to be jealous he was the party. “I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. I see. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. Her birthday was four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five pounds.
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