” The cab rumbled off. ’ Authority had won again, Gerald thought with satisfaction. He bent over to Anna at once. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. Is there anything you want?" She laid her hand on his forehead, and found it without fever. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. ‘Looks like it. She could tell that he was leering at her.
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