\" Michelle met her at her locker, right on schedule, carrying a backpack so overstuffed it was its own conversation piece. She laughed a little bitterly. ‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter would find not a welcome. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated. “What the hell is going on here, Officer?” He grumbled. ” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. ” He repeated several times that he would trust her, though it remained obscure just exactly where the trust came in. A sob was strangled in her throat. He fended these things off from him with the rump of his fourth piece of cake.
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