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She was the actress his whim had chosen to play a passive part. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. You can scribble if you want to, but after you've given your eight hours daily to the mills. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago.
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