’ The girl glanced up the road and turned back, annoyance in her face. She kicked both of her legs with the force of a bull, sending a blow into Rhea’s borrowed legs. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. “My child, I do not wish. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her.
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