This key," he added, taking it from the boy, "was purloined from me by your father, Jack. “You’re so cute. I would that you were my own. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life.
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