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"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. “Who are you?” She asked innocently. There happened that year to be an unusual proportion of girls and women in the advanced laboratory, perhaps because the class as a whole was an exceptionally small one. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were.
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