” “I suppose,” Ennison said, “the likeness between the sisters must be rather exceptional?” “I never saw the goody-goody one close to, so I can’t say,” Drummond answered. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. " "And who is its mother?" asked Jonathan, in an eager whisper. He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. Are these folks your current foster parents?” “Yes.
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