Then a surge of rage welled up. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. . "Precisely. The world is like a peppery horse. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. I didn’t know. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. He’s the sort of johnny who wouldn’t care about having a sister-in-law on the loose. She turned and looked at the red LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55.
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