A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. "Where are you going?" she asked. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. As we turned the corner of the street, I noticed that the electric light was burning in this room. The McCloskeys had picked Lucy from a bunch of children languishing at the Illinois Christian Home for Children. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction.
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