The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money. She shut the door behind her. Her father became much less distant towards his only daughter in the days that followed. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "Hurrah! come along, Thames; we're free. So your name must be Americanized? What country? It sounds Spanish. Her mouth was an effective tourniquet. The door to the room in question was closed.
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