” She interrupted as Ann Veronica was about to speak again, with a bright contagious hopefulness. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it was striking. “I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. Of course, there'll be a few kinks to straighten out. I'll dig it up. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. "'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater," replied the tar.
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