“But about last night. Only I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind. He can't be far off. “Yeah. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely.
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