"Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. Miss Ellicot pursed her lips and sat a little more upright. He had been abusing them for a long time when I arrived. He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came.
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