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You are queerly educated; and it strikes me that your father had some definite purpose in thus educating you. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house.
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