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She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. "I've spoken. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none. Over here, there was generally some unusual twist to a case.
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