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Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Understand me! I forbid it. “A girl needs her mother most exactly when she thinks she doesn’t. He would go there. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. Here, put it on your finger.
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