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” She played with her hair. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. She could manage the major. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. If only out of loyalty to co-education one has to do that. The months that followed September spiraled downward. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. ” “You forget,” she said, looking up at him with a faint smile, “that under the cloak of her name I am earning more money a week than I could ever have earned in a year by my own labours.
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