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I wanted John to be proud to be seen with me. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything.
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