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She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. She thought of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts, of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. He kissed her cheek. She taught me how to crochet and cross stitch. They are the only happy women in the Orient.
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