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She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. The Morning Post was hungry for governesses and nursery governesses, but held out no other hopes; the Daily Telegraph that morning seemed eager only for skirt hands. “But I am at singing-pitch. “How do you feel?” she asked. I have always understood that men avoid like the plague a woman with a sense of humour.
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