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She’s a snob. " "Irons—heavy irons—night and day. He paced faster, stomping around. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. The continuity was frequently broken in upon by diversory suppositions. But, like all your overbearing sex, you must have your own way. I do not love any one. . His glance came up again and met hers. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose.
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