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. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. His assistance came too late. I hate what I have to do to survive. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. For most of a long and fluctuating night she was fairly confident that she would find work; she knew herself to be strong, intelligent, and capable by the standards of most of the girls she knew. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender.
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