Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. " The little girl's countenance fell. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. I shouldn't talk like that. ” “I can’t go back to the Beck’s ever again. " "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. ” “Friends!” said her father. A town called Foster.
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