‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. ‘He had run away with a Frenchwoman, you see, but Everett Charvill—I refer to the general—took care to conceal the matter. If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding. I want to hammer myself against all this that pens women in. She followed the official back into his room. He knew not how to act, urged as he was in two directions. Terrific yells rent the air. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind.
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