‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. Modern, indeed! She was going to be as primordial as chipped flint. Wood. Sheppard, sinking backwards upon the pallet. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. “You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled composure, “to be a very impertinent person.
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