Without her, it was lonely. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. Nothing could exceed the dismay of these personages when they learnt why they had been summoned.
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