“Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. \"His name is John Diedermayer. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Wow. The small Diedermayer clan was a captive audience.
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