‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. His chin was angular and his lips were 16 small, his mouth tiny and refined. She felt that she became more familiar with the floor during the time that he stayed than with any particular person. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. “You must come and see me some afternoon,” she said to him.
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