They walked back to 118 hand in hand. Mrs. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. The storm burst upon them in its fury. Some doting parent had taught him well. And he did not lack courage. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. She saw his lips yell, “Stop.
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