A woman was born to have children, particularly male children. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. You don’t want to look like Bozo. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. Anna looked at her curiously, and with sinking heart. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels.
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