“Don’t you care for Mr. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone.
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