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The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. We're told, that 'Whoso is partner with a thief hateth his own soul. "Do they treat you ill?" asked her son.
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