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Slowly and ruefully she realized why marriage was so idealized among her generations of those before her. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle.
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