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Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. “You do not even know what you are talking about. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. I wonder what it was. " "Thieves!" exclaimed Mrs. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt.
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