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” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Something happened down there, and probably I'll never know what. ‘I can’t do that. I spent my fair share of time in the closet. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily. I barely prevailed sometimes, but in the end, my wits were faster than their steel. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. ” She shook her head. The only safe place for him is at sea; and if he had kept to the sea, I shouldn't have found him so easily. “It seems to me it comes to earning one’s living in the long run,” said Ann Veronica, coloring faintly. It is a serious accusation.
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