“Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. A small voice greeted her, hissing. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. ” “I told them a lie. He was therefore obliged to use the iron bar, which he did with as much caution as circumstances would permit. I could always 108 tell right away whether my new foster home was going to be good or bad. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned.
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