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There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. "I have so much to learn. Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out. But I see very clearly that as things are a daughter is necessarily dependent on her father and bound while she is in that position to live harmoniously with his ideals.
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