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Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. ‘Still, the comtesse has them well in hand. I'm hungry. But I tell you in return, I shall take no pains to hide myself. For most of a long and fluctuating night she was fairly confident that she would find work; she knew herself to be strong, intelligent, and capable by the standards of most of the girls she knew. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after you played the violin for them.
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