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She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed. You dear, dear girl. My profession has hardened me. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. . What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. What had Brewis Charvill to say to that, Gerald?’ ‘He had nothing to say to it. “I mean REALLY independent. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting.
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