” Michelle sighed. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. Lucy stood in front of the piano. "He can't get out. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. " "Lord bless us! you alarm me. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. " IV. ’ Then I kicked him until he was black and blue. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child.
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