She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. “Only—I have come face to face—with something terrible, and wholly unexpected trouble. No— no, it must never be. What about your real mother? Wasn’t she also a foster child? Michelle told me that she was suspected of murder, some people named McFerrin, McDougal. " "Heaven help her!" sighed Jack. Just now my best ones are all taken.
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