’ ‘Oh, she is English?’ repeated Alderley, interest perking up. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger. Then she cursed herself for his eyes went to the letter and came back to her face. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder.
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