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Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. ruin you. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same steadfastness. She ran 60 past it with melancholic dread towards the slope that led to the ocean. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging.
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