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The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. "What is a sing-song girl?" she asked. Sheppard's ward, Sir. There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the church. She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet.
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