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I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. She said you HAD some money. She required no instructions from books; her wit and beauty were her own. I stole away and walked to the railway station. "No offence, I hope, my dear Mrs. " "Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough. "An idea has just occurred to me," said Gay, "which Jack's narrative has suggested.
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