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"
Please
,
"
said
the
voice
.
"
I
’
m
tired
.
"
The
old
man
’
s
voice
hardened
.
"
You
’
ve
got
to
come
.
I
can
’
t
let
Anna
be
hurt
again
.
You
’
re
our
son
.
You
’
re
my
son
,
and
you
belong
to
us
.
"
"
No
,
please
!
"
The
shadow
trembled
.
"
You
don
’
t
belong
to
this
house
or
these
people
!
"
"
No
,
don
’
t
do
this
to
me
!
"
"
Tom
,
Tom
,
Son
,
listen
to
me
.
Come
back
,
slip
down
the
vines
,
boy
.
Come
along
,
Anna
’
s
waiting
;
we
’
ll
give
you
a
good
home
,
everything
you
want
.
"
He
stared
and
stared
upward
,
willing
it
to
be
.
The
shadows
drifted
,
the
vines
rustled
.
At
last
the
quiet
voice
said
,
"
All
right
,
Father
.
"
"
Tom
!
"
In
the
moonlight
the
quick
figure
of
a
boy
slid
down
through
the
vines
.
LaFarge
put
up
his
arms
to
catch
him
.
