” Her passion conquered for a moment her fear. It could not go on much longer, her luck. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. . The world had not passed by but had gone around it in a tremendous half-circle. Shari proceeded to paint, brush, dust, slather, and blot Lucy’s face with makeup. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. 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. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. He drifted in and out of consciousness. “Call me Annabel.
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