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Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. Little by little, she stopped hating him. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. “You look more like your old self when you smile,” he remarked.
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