"Red apples and snow!" he repeated. Her eyes followed him. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. I struck him across the mouth, and across the eyes. "I must have dropped it when I took out my note-book.
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