” She wondered how much history she could reinvent before losing track of her own lies. But she was disappointed. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections. “I hope that Mr. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike.
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