Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. \"Josh Durkin?\" Lucy whispered loudly. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. "By all means," rejoined Quilt. Ruth was at that stage where the absorption of facts is great, but where the mental digestion is not quite equal to the task. Melusine fetched her stool and plonked it down next to her great-aunt’s chair.
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