’ ‘No, no,’ the other lady assured her with a twinkle. ” “Hah!” He threw his head back. . By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. ‘He was very kind to me. "I never stand upon ceremony where I know I shall be welcome. But leave me here in my home, child, I will disintegrate if I am exposed. Now we meet again, and you will scarcely look at me. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. " "From whom?" vociferated Trenchard.
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