She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. 8 or 1.
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