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She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. I was afraid of being talked about. God only knows what I have done, or left undone. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly.
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