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’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date. “Just remember, I have to make this up to you. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. “Then I suppose when I have graduated I am to come home?” “It seems the natural course—” “And do nothing?” “There are plenty of things a girl can find to do at home. " "Mr.
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