“Sir John,” her aunt repeated, with thin emphasis, “is coming to see your sister. " "Oh, yes I will. Kneebone," she added, with a glance at that gentleman, which was meant to speak daggers, "will do as he pleases. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes.
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