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A Girl Among the Anarchists

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A Girl Among the Anarchists
In the small hours of a bitter January morning I sat in my room gazing
into the fire, and thinking over many things. I was alone in the house,
except for the servants, but this circumstance did not affect me. My
childhood and upbringing had been of no ordinary nature, and I was used
to looking after myself and depending on my own resources for amusement
and occupation.

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