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She was obliged, as she explained continually to every one who cared to listen, to be so very particular. She felt it would save explanations if she did not state she had left her home and was looking for employment. If I were Mr. In his way he was critical. 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.
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