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Mrs. Bennett hugged her closer and patted her cheek softly, but let the passion of tears spend itself a little before trying the comfort of words. Then she questioned of the child’s parents, her past life, and the events just preceding the catastrophe in San Francisco, that she herself might better understand how to shield and make happy the little waif that a terrible, heaving earth had cast into her home, her arms. “That big sand pile the kids made last week for a fort can be the Sierras, and we’ll tunnel, and have a loop, and—” Moses returned to the Crump home with a prodigious appetite..
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