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The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. Are you sure you haven't mistaken the ward, Mr. I have found you. The effort to maintain her self-control was almost superhuman. She had one idea, she found, very clear in her mind—that she would get a Research Scholarship, and so contrive another year in the laboratory. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?” “No right at all,” he admitted.
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