Catch him, she begged silently. Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain them more. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit.
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