When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. But," said the fellow, with a laugh, "he soon contrived to make his way out on it, though. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. And the woman who showed this room was tall, with an understanding eye and the quiet manner of the well-trained servant. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. .
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