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"
Today
,
when
those
wretched
chaps
were
pulling
her
dolly
about
,
she
just
stood
there
crying
as
if
her
whole
world
had
fallen
to
bits
.
"
He
looked
down
at
the
doll
,
which
was
wearing
its
hair
again
.
"
Agnes
!
Where
on
earth
did
she
get
a
name
like
that
?
"
"
She
must
have
heard
me
talking
about
Agnes
Fortescue-Smythe
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
When
I
gave
her
the
doll
back
she
looked
into
its
head
and
nearly
died
of
fright
.
Something
scared
her
about
its
eyes
;
I
do
n't
know
what
.
"
"
Meggie
's
always
seeing
things
that
are
n't
there
.
"
"
It
's
a
pity
there
is
n't
enough
money
to
keep
the
little
children
at
school
.
They
're
so
clever
.
"
"
Oh
,
Frank
!
If
wishes
were
horses
beggars
might
ride
,
"
his
mother
said
wearily
.
She
passed
her
hand
across
her
eyes
,
trembling
a
little
,
and
stuck
her
darning
needle
deep
into
a
ball
of
grey
wool
.
"
I
ca
n't
do
any
more
.
I
'm
too
tried
to
see
straight
.
"
"
Go
to
bed
,
Mum
.
I
'll
blow
out
the
lamps
.
"
"
As
soon
as
I
've
stoked
the
fire
.
"
"
I
'll
do
that
.
"
He
got
up
from
the
table
and
put
the
dainty
china
doll
carefully
down
behind
a
cake
tin
on
the
dresser
,
where
it
would
be
out
of
harm
's
way
.
He
was
not
worried
that
the
boys
might
attempt
further
rapine
;
they
were
more
frightened
of
his
vengeance
than
of
their
father
's
,
for
Frank
had
a
vicious
streak
.
When
he
was
with
his
mother
or
his
sister
it
never
appeared
,
but
the
boys
had
all
suffered
from
it
.
