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His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. Her steps slowed. She gloried in it: he needed her. If she returns to the house from which we took her, her companions will laugh at her and smother her with ridicule. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain: “A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear; A man scores always, everywhere. Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek.
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