Too close, he
reasoned, for safety. The first Step towards the Ladder. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. “Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty
curtain cloud. In an instant, she turned on him. He’s a quiet person, and he says that quiet people
should never become salesmen. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen
in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. She donned her gloves. Or,
if you must take off my clothes, don't dash cold water on my head. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly
along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. I should lose
every scrap of independence—even my self-respect.
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