. " He offered cigars, and Ruth got up. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. “I didn’t blow up the house. " "Dear mother, don't say so," returned Winifred. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. "One'd think it rained fares, as well as blowed great guns.
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