“Okay, Mom. Everett’s gaze dropped to the papers in his hand. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. I defy you to explain it away. Saint Giles's Round-house. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books.
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