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“I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were
something grisly. He was a good foster dad that had never so
much as leered at her, not even once. So,
instead, they talked of dancing and what it might mean in a human life. "You lie, hussy!" replied Jonathan, rudely pushing her aside, as she vainly
endeavoured to oppose his entrance into the room; "she is here. "But, it strikes me,
I've heard that Mrs. ’
‘Oh, do they?’ Gerald said, sudden wrath kindling. He guided himself between her
legs. ’
She ended on a note of sheer frustration, clenched fists beating the air. She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and
dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low
forehead. She vanished from the laboratory for a
week, a week of oddly interesting days. '"
"Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the
advertisement. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it. Chapter VI
A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION
The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly
through his gold eye-glasses. ’ Reminiscence made him
smile.
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