Mr. "I am very wicked," she said. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and hung up until noon. 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. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. Until now none of her prayers had ever been answered. They were terrible, horrible people.
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