Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. I was afraid of being talked about.
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