‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. ” “I know,” said Manning, nodding gravely. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone.
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