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This time he couldn't get far. The rest she meant to keep for her immediate necessities. Earles thinks I am a little mad, and between ourselves I am not sure about it myself. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Daughters were not like sons.
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