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Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel. Jonathan laughed scornfully. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Time enough for Gosse to shut her mouth forever, as he did not hesitate to point out to her. Both the janizary and the skipper arose as the others entered the room. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. 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.
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