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“No, no! Don’t, mother! I’ll run away! I’ll—” He groaned and left his sentence unfinished. How did he know her name, she wondered, yet answered more bravely than she felt. “Yes, sir.” She thought it best to be as polite as possible. “I’m alone now, but the boys are expected every minute.” She would say “boys” even if Clarence didn’t come; it sounded more protecting. With a patient hand removin’.
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