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But then, because my papa had no money, you understand, he sent me to a convent. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. " And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflecting upon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart, when Mrs. A very small settlement, mostly natives. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. He is in the care of those who will not leave the task assigned to them—the utter perversion of his principles—half-finished. "'A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought.
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