The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. “Here goes,” he said. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. Sepulchre's church, and hurrying down Snow Hill, darted into the first turning on the left. And not a worthy tome in sight. But woe to those who disregard them! Of course, basically it is all wrong; and sometimes God must laugh at our ideas of rectitude.
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