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"What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. Her fancy dress, save for the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. 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. "I wanted you to know. Hips tended to be the bane of Shari’s existence as she tried diet after diet to get rid of them. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. I'm ashamed to say that I was too much terrified to scream out—but ran and hid myself.
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