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You’re of age— you’re of age. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house. ‘Must be another of her lies. One main avenue was for her to become a sort of salaried accessory wife or mother, to be a governess or an assistant schoolmistress, or a very high type of governess-nurse. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. " "Did you discover any trace of footsteps?" inquired Jack eagerly.

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