Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. ” “As long as you remain under my roof—” he began, and paused. For although I must confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a sinking heart. CHAPTER III. ’ He glanced at the portrait behind her.
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