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She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. He made it more and more evident to her that her proper course was not to earn a salary but to accumulate equipment. There was one verse that haunted and mocked her. Go away now, there’s a good lad. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water.
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