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“Yes. And the fire worse. Why can’t you have a refugee?” At this moment the dining-room door opened and the daughter of the house entered the room. “Oh, no! It’s too much. We only did what all—”.
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“Don’t tell—must Edith and May Nell know?” he called after her. “Oh, all the town will—mother!” The anguish in his words halted her. “Mother, this wasn’t a boys’ scrap at all. I didn’t think of you or—or anything; an’ something must have squelched Betsey, she never peeped. Mother, I felt—I felt mad enough to kill him!” He whispered the awesome words. “I’ll take all the blame Mosey.” He winced with pain, reeled, and would have fallen but for the other’s sustaining hand. He indicated a fair-haired child, a baby in size, though her face gave hint of more years than her slender body. She wore woman’s shoes, and one was torn; a draggled skirt pinned up in front and trailing behind; and a folded sheet drawn around her shoulders. Yet no incongruity of dress could disguise the refined beauty of her face, or of her uncovered hair..
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