"What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she may have strength to bear the separation. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly.
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