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‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. But a time will come (and that before long,) when our sex will assert its superiority; and, when we have got the upper hand, let 'em try to subdue us if they can. " "I should have opened that letter in the beginning," said the doctor. ‘He arst me to find him someone who might go with you. . We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. No: I must face it out. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said. Say I’m out, away, anything!” “I am sorry, sir,” the man answered, “but she had sent away her hansom before I answered the bell.
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