“It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight,” Brendon exclaimed, as
he hastened across the street. I could always
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tell right away whether my new foster home was going to
be good or bad. Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack
would have been soft work. Then he took the pulse. Ruth will
be a gold mine for a man of your peculiar bent. He impetuously
grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous. "
"Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. The trees were
graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden
leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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