‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. I ought to stay the night through; but I'm late now for an operation at the hospital.
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