” She looked down at the flowers, still in shock, and gently laid them over her arm like a Miss America candidate practicing a crowning ceremony at a pajama party. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. " "Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. ‘You’re right. She reflected before answering. There’s plenty to be got out of life in a decent sort of way. "Though you lorded it over that fond fool, Mrs. " "So have we all. Besides," she added, blushing yet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. Jack Kimble. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. ” 74 She hung up the phone.
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