” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. \"Are you aware that every girl in Princeton Hills would kill for a chance at him? I think it's simple. The pearls were really yours?" "They were left to me by my mother. You're a queer lad. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. I finally got my own set of house keys when I turned eleven.
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