Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. My uterus and my ovaries are gone. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me.
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