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Twoof it He hadn’t cared about the orphans in the streets He’d cared about only his own pleasures and given little thought to how others survived They weren’t his concern What a shallow young man he’d been

When they arrived at his residence, Frannie dashed up the stairs while Sterling spoke with Wedgeworth about the arrangeon

"Sterling!"

He looked to the top of the stairs, and he could tell by her stance as co thought perhaps he’d gone to the art roo had let hi off to bed

For a moment Frannie studied the picture Peter had drawn It was all harsh lines, dark beady eyes, pointed teeth

"So said, as unco at the picture as he had been when Peter showed it to hih that child’sa sad s for the door "I want to check on the orphanage"

"I can see hi said as he followed her down the stairs, "but the others--"

"You don’t understand Sykes When I elve, he told irl He tried to kiss me I kicked his than death I suppose that’s the reason he arranged my little journey into hell"

"You failed to ht when I heard about Nancy"

"I like this fellow less and less Surely Swindler can do so about him"

"Not without proof, and Sykes is very difficult to find He hides in the shadows"

Which gave hi

They went outside and started down the steps The coach aiting, but Sterling didn’t see the driver or foot a spot of tea in the kitchen

"I need to alert the driver--"

She’d reached the bottom of the steps ahead of hias la

Where was Frannie? She’d been in his field of vision and then she’d disappeared beyond the hedgerows

"Wedgeworth!" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he hurried down the steps

He cursed the darkness that sed her He sahat he thought were shadows…runt

"Frannie!"

He heard rapidly pounding footsteps co from the residence "Your Grace!"