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AGNES GREY.
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CHAPTER XXIV.
THE SANDS.
Our school was not situated in the heart of the town: on entering A——— from the northwest there is a row of respectable looking houses, on each side of the broad, white road, with narrow slips of garden ground before them, Venetian blinds to the windows, and a flight of steps leading to each trim, brass-handled door. In one of the largest of these habitations dwelt my mother and I, with such young ladies as our friends and the public chose to commit to our charge. Consequently, we were a considerable distance from the
