“Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. ‘Typical. Before he even glanced at the man on the floor he stepped over to her side and took the poker from her. She rested her head upon his shoulder. My Mom inherited our house from our Grandma, otherwise they never could have afforded it, not even twenty years ago. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated.
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