She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. One main avenue was for her to become a sort of salaried accessory wife or mother, to be a governess or an assistant schoolmistress, or a very high type of governess-nurse. I. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. "But if you do not find this aunt, what will you do? What can you do to protect yourself against hunger?" "I'll find something. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. As sure as you're sitting there, Mr. She formed a wild resolution, and, lest she should waver from it, she set about at once to realize it. " "I'll tell you what.
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