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"Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. His face clouded with anger. He had no ideas about daughters. The crowding impressions of the previous weeks seemed to run together directly her mind left the chaotic search for employment and came into touch again with a coherent and systematic development of ideas. He scratched his upper lip reflectively.
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