It had been her home for hundreds of years. “And now, look at us! See what we have become. "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. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. “No, I mean that we should assemble ourselves in case your parents arrive home.
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