Kneebone nodded. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. She threw her arms around Rollo's neck and laid her cheek upon the flea-bitten head.
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