But the sheer tenacity of the girl defeated him. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue. ’ ‘Ah, no?’ She saw his guard relax and lunged again. Martin managed to catch her after class the next day. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders.
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