Don't you see Mr. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. She wanted to scream, but there was no one to scream for. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. In one grave, mind.
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