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She twisted her fingers tightly. " "Thank God for that!" ejaculated Mrs. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. If it is that I am in the least French, and that you do not like it—’ ‘I don’t like it,’ snapped the old man.
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