Sparrows: the story of an unprotected girl by Horace W. C. (Horace Wykeham Can) Newte
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"Really no home?" "I haven't a soul in the world who cares what becomes of me: not a friend in the world. And all I valued you've soiled. It made me hate you, and nothing will ever alter it. Good-bye." She turned away. The man followed. "Look here, I'll tell you all about myself, which shows my intentions are straight." "It wouldn't interest me." "Why not? You liked me before--before that happened, and, when you've forgiven me, there's no reason why you shouldn't like me again." "There's every reason." "My name's Windebank--Archibald Windebank. I'm in the service, and my home is Haycock Abbey, near Melkbridge--" "You gave me your wrong name!" cried Mavis, who, now that she knew that the man was the friend of her early days, seized on any excuse to get away from him. "But--" |
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