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PART I - CHAPTER VIII

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True to his word, the next day my husband took me to visit the home of his foreign friends. I was not a little curious, and I was even a little afraid. I smile at that now, I who call you My Sister !
But then I had never been in a foreign house. I had had no opportunity. I never walked abroad upon the streets, and no one in my mother's home

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