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It was not a hopeful looking group. She watched the captain tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. He classified her as he seated himself. . Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. ” He spoke of secretarial work, but even there she would need to be able to do typing and shorthand. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had.
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