Ah, no, I have it wrong. Her first impulse was to fly to the window; and she was about to pass through it, at the risk of sharing the fate of the unfortunate lady, when her arm was grasped by some one in the act of ascending the ladder from without. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. "I don't know. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. Her foster parents had attended the concert in their finest clothes, Cathy in a new JC Penney dress, Larry in a suit that was too small.
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