He took some Oreos from the bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression of his countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of his threats to a more favourable opportunity. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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