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"How old are you?" demanded Miss Prudence. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. She began to tremble violently. She laughed. “But you must forgive me, John. Sheppard. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. ‘I’ll make it, miss. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. ” John greeted him. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. ’ He only laughed. She was gone.
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