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M. E. Holmes

 
9781330885048: Her Fatal Sin (Classic Reprint)

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Rica will dress her dolly. Look out of window, dolly. See the mans has put up the big, big star. The twilight dusk filled the room; the fire was burning red, and glowing inside the tall nursery fender. The little figure by the window was dimly discernible. Two chairs were pulled close up to the fire, and two heads were close together whispering. Mans is gone, dolly. Paps er gone to see his ittle girl like Rica. Ush ush! Go a peep, dolly; time a dolly was a bye-bye. Miss Rica Miss Rica! a voice from the fireside called shrilly; come along, its tea-time. Then, in a lower tone: She sthat queer! Hark to her talking to her doll for all the world like a Christian. Then, louder: Miss Rica! The little figure slipped down from the wide window-ledge and approached the fire. Won tyou shake ands, Miss Rica? asked the second person, sitting in the big arm-chair. The fire suddenly fell in, and there was a bright blaze. It shone on the tiny little form standing between the two chairs, a face with great gray eyes that looked earnestly at the speaker, almost elfish in its fringe of dark straight locks. The small arms were closed tight over the precious dolly. It s Mrs. Marvel, Miss Rica, said the other figure. You remember her? The little hand left the dolly, and was placed in the large work-stained one held out to her. I member, said the child. Mrs. Marvel stooped forward and lifted her onto her knee. What have you been doing? she asked. Talking a dolly, said Rica, looking at the kind motherly face with wide wondering eyes. Mrs. Marvel drew the small form closer to her and kissed her pretty mouth. Bless her, shes a dear child! she said tenderly. A int she, nurse? Oh, shes good enough, replied nurse, briskly. She was filling a cosy brown teapot with boiling water from the kettle, whisking about busily, and, lastly, lighting the gas. Now, Miss Rica, come to tea, she said, the
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