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She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. In other respects, they were equally indecorous and offensive. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom.
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