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One main avenue was for her to become a sort of salaried accessory wife or mother, to be a governess or an assistant schoolmistress, or a very high type of governess-nurse. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. I have not found the secret way into the house, for instance. “The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel,” she said. In his desire to be emphatic and to avenge himself for his over-night distresses, he speedily became brutal, more brutal than she had ever known him before. They thought that she was her own mother.
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