Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. He walked in her direction. Kneebone took his leave. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. “Well!” she declared good-humouredly.
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