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She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. . His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. " "That I will," replied Jack, "in the twinkling of a bedpost. That is why Wall Street broke your father; he was honest. ‘Yes, but I do not know why he should wish to do so, and therefore I cannot permit that he interferes.
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