’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. " The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a low tone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in.
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