At the cost of quite a number of torn drafts she succeeded in evolving this: “DEAR MR. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly. ‘You escape from your own convent, at great personal danger. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. I haven’t, anyhow. So long. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. ” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. After a certain amount of manœuvring, however, he was induced to crawl around, and in a few minutes came to stop again before a tall brightly-painted house, which seemed like an oasis of colour and assertive prosperity in a long dingy row.
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