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I wanted John to be proud to be seen with me. I wanted it badly. I hated the stuff. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. Miss Moffatt, the history and moral instruction mistress, was particularly explicit upon this score, and they all agreed in indicating contempt and pity for girls whose minds ran on such matters, and who betrayed it in their conversation or dress or bearing. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. . His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. Destruction everywhere marked its course.
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