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“I will not have this slavery,” she said. But when it came to broaching them, it proved to be much more difficult than she had supposed. She felt like a dried-up old woman. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. She could not speak. She had to resist an impulse of sheer terror, to run out after them and give in.
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