Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last. I can’t forget about your sister. In the mornings I find labour easy because I am going to see you. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him.
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