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“I did not,” Anna answered. Groups of boys took to ogling her as she walked frenetically from class to class. . Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. His figure was uncommonly slim even for his age, which could not be more than thirteen; and the looseness of his garb made him appear thinner than he was in reality. Her first impulse was to fly to the window; and she was about to pass through it, at the risk of sharing the fate of the unfortunate lady, when her arm was grasped by some one in the act of ascending the ladder from without. The point is, Spurlock was coming along: queerly, by his own imagination. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once.
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