"I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it.
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