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’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. And what on earth do you want to darken your eyebrows and use so much make-up for at your age? You’re exactly twenty-three, and you’re got up as much as a woman of forty-five. What could be more splendid than a beautiful girl facing a great, glorious tiger? Una and the Lion again, and all that! But this isn’t that sort of thing; this is just a great, ugly, endless wilderness of selfish, sweating, vulgar competition!” “That you want to keep me out of?” “Exactly!” said Mr. Perhaps for the first time he realized that Anna was by no means an ordinary person. " "You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. I sang to him, and he was satisfied. There sprang from that a vague hope that perhaps she might extort a capitulation from her father by a threat to seek that position, and then with overwhelming clearness it came to her that whatever happened she would never be able to tell her father about her debt. " "So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too. She had changed into dungarees herself and kept her hair as it was.
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