” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair. Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. It's only right that his people should know where he is and what has happened to him. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure.
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