Said that other voice, Mary’s voice—“You say he didn’t seem to hear. Yet he could run. You must tell me—how bad he was. It’s everything.” “Oh, Miss, it’s cruel.” “No, no,—don’t you see? Did he know that car was coming?” “I don’t think he knowed—Miss. He wouldn’t have done it, would he—on purpose?” The door opened and Mary came in. She did not look at either of them, but at the chair on which she had left her hat and coat. Her eyes were like two dark hollows in her white face. She stood there as though bewildered. L…
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