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-yes; but say you like murders! What wicked people there are in the world, to be sure. I hope they hanged him." "Doesn't it say?" mumbled Sally, dealing with a chocolate with caramel inside it. "It's torn across. It's what I got your shoes in, Sally. It's a.... It's 'Stories of Famous Trials,' in the Weekly Something.... I can't see what it is." For the next quarter of an hour Sally ate chocolates and read about the trial of Seddon for murdering Miss Barrow. "Miss Barrow!" she exclaimed. "Wonder if she was any relation to old Perce! I'll ask Mrs. Perce about it. Oo--fancy Tollington Park! Quite near us in Hornsey Road." Mrs. Minto shuddered, and looked furtively at the clock, longing for her bedtime. Sally caught the glance, shut up the box of chocolates, and folded the paper. "You going to work?" asked her mother. "Wash my hair." "You're always washing ... _washing_, you call it!" cried Mrs. Minto. Sally ignored the sneer, and proceeded to her occupation. There was a silence. Mrs. Minto yawned. She looked at Sally making her preparations, and into her face came a watchful anxiety that was mingled with profound esteem. There was a _chic_ about her girl that made Mrs. Minto assume this expression quite often, and Sally knew it. She knew it now, and was elaborately unconscious of it. As she waited for the kettle and moved the lamp so that it would illumine the washstand, she whistled to show how blind she was to any sign of emotion from her mother. When the whistle was unavailing, she said sharply: "Don't you think this is a pretty frock, ma?" Mrs. Minto sighed heavily, and pulled herself up out of her chair. "Far _too_ pretty, if you ask me," she said. "Looks to me fast." She was full of concern, and did not try to hide it from Sally. "Oo!" cried Sally. "You _are_ stupid, ma!" And with that she whipped the dress over her head and revealed the fact that she wore no petticoat. Her mother was the more outraged. Sally began to sing. "'When you and I go down the love path together, Stars shall be shining and the night so fair.'" "Well, it's a good thing nobody else sees you like that," sniffed her mother, rebukingly. "I don't know what they _would_ think!" Sally forebore to make the obvious retort. Her mother prepared for bed. ix For the next fortnight Sally did not see Gaga, and only at the end of the period did she learn that he had been away from London on business. This w
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