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She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. “Let your friends act for you. ” “Tell me more. Yield up the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested. We will find some way out of it. But a little daughter is one thing and a daughter quite another.
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