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Chapter I
The Hendersons were
broke. There was no doubt about it. The three children, Patrick, Beatrice and
Samuel, were on the verge of starvati..
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Chapter IIThe following day, the
storm had subsided to a drizzle, and Bessie woke up the kids to go to school,
handing them the family umbrella; or,..
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Chapter III
Patrick woke up in the
late afternoon in a comfortable hay and straw bed in a completely
unrecognizable room. The outside sounds were..
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Chapter IV
Beatrice
was slowly shuffling on the streets with the wife, clutching at the thick stitches
near her shoulder. As they slowly progres..
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Chapter V
Patrick was running across
the moors towards the church, taking in each breath as if he just resurfaced
from underwater and letting it ..
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Chapter
VI
“Why are you crying?
Were you close to the old man who passed away this morning?” Beatrice looked up
and saw a girl not m..
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Chapter
VII
Samuel lay scrunched
into a ball, unnaturally silent and solemn for an eight-year-old. There had
been constant chaos and disorganiza..
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Chapter VIII
‘It’s a funny thing how
people’s actions can change in a blink of an eye,’ thought Patrick, having sat
down ..
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Chapter IX
“And just what do you
think you’re doing here, little boy?” Patrick groaned as a burly man stood
before him.
&ldq..
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Chapter X
“So
are we just going to wander until we see the house?” Laura beseeched Beatrice
with questions, obviously more energetic ..
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