Such ambitions as he had were stereotyped and material. “Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. ‘Yes, miss.
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