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and by my mother. It was too much and I left the room utterly [[?]] I never mentioned the subject and so considered that when I told Mama the truth the matter was at an end, as she would believe her own daughter. So you can imaging my surprise referring to the same old thing. What else could it have been.

I cried my eyes out going to sleep, and had to

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stiffle my sobs to prevent anyone hearing them. What is worse than being accused of a lie, and then not having your word believed. It was too much.  "And so Mama thinks a lie is hanging over me more than a year and I am proud to confess it. Oh! Thank God I am not so proud as that. He knows all, and some day all will be made clear.