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I wonder how it is,” she added, “that boys always make love so impertinently. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek.
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