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PART I - CHAPTER V

it for ever. Therefore I, surrounded by the familiar faces and walls, and accustomed to my mother's silences, gradually thought no more of my brother.

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Of course the first thought I saw in all eyes was the one I feared and expected: what were my prospects of a son? Every one asked the question, but I parried them all, merely accepting, withh a grave inclination of my head, the good wishes given. No one should know that my husband did not care for me-no one. And yet I could not deceive my mother !
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