’ There was a pause. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. ’ There was a silence. "' Instead of regarding him, Jack glanced over the iron bannisters, and measured the distance. They decided quite audibly, “She’s an Old Dear, anyhow.
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