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“Mr. He had been back for two weeks during some pleasant weather in July. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. "I forgive him his disobedience. . “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. "No matter," replied Sheppard.
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