“But you’re wrong. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. But it doesn’t alter the situation. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. "Adorable girl!" he cried, in the most impassioned tone, and with the most impassioned look he could command. I have always loved you.
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