"Poor Mrs. ‘What are you going to do now, child?’ Melusine sighed away the last of her distress. Shari was to be protected, to be dissuaded from driving in cars with older boys at night, to be steered away from dope and beer and certain friends who had no plans to work or to go to college. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. ‘But it is entirely myself,’ she exclaimed aloud. " "What's that?" asked Wood with some curiosity. Then came the cable that you were in Canton, ill, but not dangerously so. We’ll have some buttered toast. You see, I have had to look after myself so long that I have developed a terrible bump of independence. " "Oh! of course," rejoined Mrs. Wood, regarding her husband with a glance of vindictive triumph. In a moment his grasp grew weaker.
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