I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. She thought me— filthy. A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. ‘I know that, miss. By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. Cathy gave her a bear hug and patted her severe 252 hairdo.
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