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“Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,” said she. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard that story. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. "Well, well, we'll say no more about it," replied Wood; "and, by way of changing the subject, let me advise you on no account to fly to strong waters for consolation, Joan. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump.
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