And son of a pig,’ she grunted, baring her teeth. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. I'd like to be alone now. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural.
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