Jiggle-joggle, jiggle-joggle…! For each pause she was grateful. "No!" she cried. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!" Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. Prudence attacked her chicken wing. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly.
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