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Would to God I had. She had changed into dungarees herself and kept her hair as it was. My very sentences stumble and give way. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. The raising of twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers. Because of the thought of love and companionship? No. "You base ingrate," she added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr. He stopped short of a group of adolescent saplings and turned the ignition off. Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic band and securing it under a tight hood. Until two hours ago she was as contented and as happy as a linnet. If any of you—or all of you feel the same in six months’ time from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?” There was a brief silence. “I know nothing whatever of his friends or his home. I have had a good many desperate engagements in my time, and have generally come off victorious.
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