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He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever had. Today you shall promise me that you will pull no more of these stunts. "He's not to blame," said Jack, rising. But out of a belated regard for her father she wrote the surname of some one else. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad.
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