They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. The girl’s eyes never left his face. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. Then she went below.
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