Phillips Oppenheim’s most intriguing stories. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. Another car followed, a rusty Cadillac sedan full of kids. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. I would even have taken a place as waitress in a tea shop. Here was one of those Americans who would make him breathless before sundown. He then made a sort of running noose, passed it over her body, and taking firmly hold of the bars, prepared to guide her descent. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open.
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