‘Well, if that’s what the good Lord wants, then you’ll just have to accept it. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. She felt as if she had struck them unawares. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. I'll test him out later; see if there is any craving. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears.
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