For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. "What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. ’ She bit her lip and thought deeply. From the slight sounds that had reached him in his place of confinement, he was aware that some persons had found their way to the scene of slaughter, and in a state of the most intense anxiety awaited the result of their investigation, prepared for the worst.
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