” He paused. She resolved to go into the City to Ramage and ask for his advice. My father died a year ago, by the way. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. She could not part with dignity. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more.
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