” She threw away the end of her cigarette. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. Let him be sure. “You’re still,” he said, “in the educational years. Dear me! if there isn't his knock. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. She stood on the mat instead, and looked down on him. Miss Moffatt, the history and moral instruction mistress, was particularly explicit upon this score, and they all agreed in indicating contempt and pity for girls whose minds ran on such matters, and who betrayed it in their conversation or dress or bearing. ’ ‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’ ‘I do not know. We did not know where to send … in case you died. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. Some one was standing beside him.
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