Owen Oliver

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Owen Oliver The Wrong House (1922)

Simmons that women were very much alike. His missus and the stained-window lady evidently bought their logic at the same shop.
"Of course you can't," he agreed soothingly, "in course you can't. Do Rosalie proud they will, them things, and the boy."
"These," she said, "will be for your baby. Some are a little old for her, but she can hug the doll. Do you know, Mr. Simmons—men don't understand, but you might mention it to your wife—you can teach children a deal by teaching them to love their dolls. They should never be allowed to be rough with them, or they will grow up rough themselves.
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Owen Oliver The Wrong House (1922)

Her voice, he thought, was like the soft part of a church organ. "I was wondering whether you had bought any Santa Claus presents for your little children?"
"Sweets," he told her, "and some toys off the street barrows; a few pence apiece. Wouldn't run to more."
"Well," she said, "I was thinking. I have some toys upstairs.
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Owen Oliver The Wrong House (1922)

Simmons? I have no thought of betraying you, no wish to. I don't suppose I would try to send you to prison even if you had taken things. I am too unhappy myself to want to make others unhappy."
"It's a cruel shame," he thought, "and I'll chance waiting, lady; and you needn't worry as I'll touch things. Wait outside if you'd prefer."
"It is raining," she said. "You will be more comfortable here. If you are hungry, there are some things to eat in the sideboard. I will fetch the toys."
She went out. Mr. Simmons looked all round the room, and especially at the portrait on the mantelshelf.
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