The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Or become a thorough-going typist and stenographer and secretarial expert. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. He subjected me there to great annoyance by claiming me as his wife. “I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy either. ” Shari said.
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