A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. You see, aunt, it’s the only possible way for me to get a good degree in my subjects, and father won’t hear of it. She was no longer a confederate in that. She pulled the trigger. You see, I have had to look after myself so long that I have developed a terrible bump of independence.
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