She felt scrawny, lanky, badly dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all beautiful; not even pretty. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. "An oath weighs little with me, compared with your safety. . . It was the beginning and the end of the transaction. " "You are very kind, Sir," returned the widow, "but I require no support. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide.
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