Soon after I began to attend the lectures, a French class was started in the old coach?house for certain young socialists who planned a tour in France, and I joi and was for a time a model student stantly enced by the pliments of the old French mistress. I told my father of the class, and he asked me to get my sisters admitted. I made difficulties and put off speaking of the matter, for I khat the new and admirable self I was making would turn, under family eyes, into plain rag doll. How could I pretend to be industrious, and even carry dramatization to the point of learning my lessons, when my sisters were there and khat I was nothing of the kind? But I had nument I could use and my sisters were admitted. They said nothing unkind, so far as I remember, but in a week or two I was my old procrastinating idle self and had soohe class altogether. My elder sister stayed on and became an embroideress under Miss May Morris, and the hangings round Morriss big……（内容加载失败！）
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