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Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. But, you see, I’m smirched. "Gone," replied the wounded man. She saw her aunt in tears, her father white-faced and hard hit. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. It frightened her to behold her heart and mind thus laid bare; but the chapter following would reassure her. “Maternity,” she said, “has been our undoing.
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