I want my freedom. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. He's more like a lord than—" As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. So far the thing was acceptable enough. He dashed against the screen door before she could catch him and made the veranda.
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