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When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain: “A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear; A man scores always, everywhere. I wonder why on earth the curtains are drawn. It came to her that to marry any one but Capes was impossible.
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