Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. “Please let me drive you home. ‘Speak, then. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. ” “Your ideas of fairness—” he remarked, and discontinued that sentence. It might prove rewarding. “I HAVE—had one or two talks with him, daddy. In some things, in many things, you must trust to your elders, to those who know more of life than you do. I can never be grateful enough. Lucy spoke once they had turned the corner.
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