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I can't concentrate on my work. Almost had Martha won out. By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. He spoke in quick nervous sentences. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. Promise me that you’ll contact the police if she ever calls you on the phone, or worse, shows up at your school. He may die. ” “How?” He asked. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief.
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