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And she says, Miss White ended, almost in tears--
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My dear Miss White, said Elizabeth's uncle, grimly,
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I don't care about Elizabeth's temper; she'll get over that. And I don't care a continental about her hair or her religion; she can wear a wig or be a Mohammedan if it keeps her straight. She has a bad inheritance, Miss White; I would be only too pleased to know that she was shut up in a convent, safe and sound. But this whim isn't worth talking about.
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What _am_ I to do with her? he groaned.
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She cut off her hair? Mrs. Richie repeated, astounded;
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Don't say 'how irrational'; say 'how Elizabeth.'
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I wish she would try to control her temper,
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She's vain; that's what worries me. She cried all afternoon about her hair.
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She needs a stronger hand than kind Miss White's, Mrs. Richie said;
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she was merely matter of fact; she said she
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I don't want to get mad, she used to say to Nannie;
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Between those dark moments of being
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she was a joyous, unself-conscious girl of generous loves, which she expressed as primitively as she did her angers; indeed, in the expression of affection Elizabeth had the exquisite and sometimes embarrassing innocence of a child who has been brought up by a sad old bachelor and a timid old maid. As for her angers, they were followed by irrational efforts to