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Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off, looking away. Compared to most of America, you’re rich. ” “I want a vote,” said Ann Veronica. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy.
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