Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps. There was now no honest way of warning Taber that the net had been drawn. “As a matter of fact, I deserve to. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. When Mr. I think he got sick of us and he disappeared not one week later. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end.
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