” John said. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. ’ He sighed. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. ’ She sniffed and swallowed. One doesn’t want to lose a grain. . He saw that his words were falling upon dull ears.
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