I was soon near tears. I stood up hurriedly almost knocking over my chair. On my way to door, I pointlessly choked out,"Will you excuse me, father?" I spent the remainder of the night, my head pressed against the side of my bed, crying. My sobs were heard throughout the house, but my father knew better than to come in and forbade the maids to enter. In misery, I restlessly spent the night. 'A week, a never-ending, heart wrenching week,' was all that ran through my head.

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