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Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one voice in protest, the other dominant. They were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate brought them as gentlewomen should. " "But not for me," growled Terence, in an under tone. Everything I could do! Your father sat up all night. " "Then I must wait a long time," grumbled Blueskin. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened.
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