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’ ‘I imagine it must be a relief to you, after so lucky an escape. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. Sometimes they marry well. Sheppard raised her hand, and the malediction trembled upon her tongue. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. Afterward she wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. “No, I’m fine. ” “Why not?” “You see, if I do go home my father objects to the College, and as for typing —” “Don’t go home.
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