Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Her moods were many and always striking. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. She had intended to be quietly dignified, but
he was in a smouldering rage from the beginning, and began by assuming, which
alone was more than flesh and blood could stand, that the insurrection was over
and that she was coming home submissively. She could not realize what she saw. "
"To make him forget the knock?"
"Precisely. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. Her features
were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of
insanity. “I made two fruit
pies and now I have no one to eat them. ”
“Oh!” he said, in a colorless tone, and with his eyes on her face.
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