She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. Oaths exploded like shells from a battery in full fire, accompanied by threats of direst vengeance against the individuals who had maltreated them. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. And, though the villain can't see his orders executed, I've no doubt some one else will. "You'll never return. Don’t stand gawping, man. laws alone swamp our small staff. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle.
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