She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. "Tush!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, angrily. You are not my husband.
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