Her bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. ” “It would be very kind of you,” she declared. ‘So yours is the rattling tongue, is it, young madam?’ ‘I should say so.
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