You had better go to bed. ” “Well, tell me. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. I admit it.
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