They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. Gwen made an inquiry, and, directed by Mrs. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen.
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