She added, after an interval, in which her mother rocked to and fro with a gentle motion that searched the joints of her chair, and brought out its most plaintive squeak in pathetic iteration, and watched Grace, as she sat looking seaward through the open window, I think it's rather hard, mother, that you should be always talking as if I wished to take my calling Mannishly.
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