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Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. CHAPTER XVIII. Lonesomeness isn't my worry. What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. For most of a long and fluctuating night she was fairly confident that she would find work; she knew herself to be strong, intelligent, and capable by the standards of most of the girls she knew. I am determined to fight my own little battle with the world —there must be a place for me somewhere, and I mean to find it. She was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers.
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