” Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. "Well, good night, Mr. " He departed, musing. "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. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. The Storm.
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