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She turned quickly. Look at this ring;—it's a diamond, and worth a mint o' money. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. Turning now, and running down the terrace. ‘You are the one that I have met in London. She laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart.
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