’ Trodger had started towards the stairs, signing to his men to get behind the lady. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. ” She replied. "Good bye!" cried Mrs. “Anna!” she repeated. I have always hated it. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as could be collected were hurled at them.
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