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. “Well?” she said. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman. “I do not think that he is quite dead. But they been good to me, they have, sir. ‘Don’t, miss,’ uttered the boy.
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