There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. The bump was coarse and didn’t feel right. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. Kneebone assumed a mysterious air; and bringing his lips close to Mrs. Manning would on no account do, though he was tall and dark and handsome and kind, and thirty-five and adequately prosperous, and all that a husband should be. She’s taken my sword.
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