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“You poor thing. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. ” “For example?” “Your dyed hair. “Which one?” “The one whose life you have been making a burden, who has been all the time shielding her sister. ” Again that curious smile which puzzled him so much parted her lips for a moment. ’ The lady uttered a scornful sound. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. ‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you if you had taken the veil. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a better head. She elected to go to prison. I’m the sort of dog, if you turn it out of the room it lies down on the mat at the door. Shari’s married and got two kids on her, a boy and a girl, twins, no less.
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