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A moment before he had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. O'Higgins mounted the stairs, his step extraordinarily light for one so heavy. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. She decided to call in the help of Teddy Widgett, or, failing him, of one of his sisters. ‘But I don’t trust you an inch. She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman. ‘You said she was beautiful.
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