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soling the afflicted Netty, merely looks up at
me and says,— Madge, what would your
mother say?” She knows that that short
simple question will shame me more than a
hundred lectures or scoldings, and I turn
and follow her and my: sisters into the house,
with an uncomfortable sensation in my
throat, and sitting down to tea, wonder if
ever I shall be like other girls, and whether
school would really be the best place for me.

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