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Ray did not pace, he just stood. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation, but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. “Of course we go to school. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way. " "Entreat a fiddlestick!" retorted Mrs. " "It's a queer girl. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. She felt a cheat and a sneak to his unsuspecting retreating back. Only she hadn’t.
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