I am a thing to be used. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever had. Then the long lashes sank demurely over them.
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