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She caught her breath, and her eyes were lit with a sudden terror. "Winifred Wood will never marry, unless the grave can give up its dead. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. “I do hope you will see how things are, and not be offended with me or frightfully shocked and distressed by what I have done. I didn’t see everything last time. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. “It has been proved,” said Miss Miniver, and added, “by American professors. And she was as shrewd as they come.
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