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You see, I kidnapped poor Jack and made him promise to send me word if you went careering off anywhere. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. . Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being.
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