‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. So far the thing was acceptable enough. “But your hair,” he gasped. ’ ‘Ah, no?’ She saw his guard relax and lunged again. Kneebone. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. The girl regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. Come back with me to-night.
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