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LITTLE by little they learned something of May Nell’s story. Her mother had intended to start for New York on the morning of the earthquake, having been called there by her own mother’s illness. Mrs. Smith, though held to the last by household business, had let her little daughter go to visit a widowed aunt and cousin, who lived in a down-town hotel, and who were to bring May Nell to meet her mother at the Ferry Building the next morning. But where at night had stood the hotel with its many human lives housed within, the next morning’s sunshine fell upon a heap of ruins burning fiercely. A stranger rescued May Nell, though her aunt and cousin had to be left behind, pinned to their fiery death.,"Tell us, Jenkins," says Nicholas, hastily.,"At Missus Dallas' place.",“Yes—go on quick! Here come folks!”,“No, it can’t wait one minute longer’n it’ll take me to get to town. Maybe I can come back though.”,“Yes. Isn’t it interesting, Aunt Grenertsen? Isn’t it a beauty?”,"Now hold your breath as long as you can," he commanded, and it fitted my mood exactly to do so.,Bob almost sobbed with his great disappointment. It seemed to be the end; there was nothing more to be done. He had explored the room—every nook and cranny of it—and he had come across nothing that could be used.,She is sitting before a spinning-wheel, and is deftly drawing the wool through her fingers; brown little fingers they are, but none the less dear in his sight.,“Don’t you see?” said Bob eagerly.,“Don’t you think it might help if I got my boss, Mr. Whitney, to come down and talk to him about it?”,"Or murder the man formerly engaged to her," retorted Etwald, with a pale smile. "Go on. Major Jen, I see the mark you are aiming at.".