“The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit. 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. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. Her anger died and she eyed him. . But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. She was fiercely and bitterly jealous. If you want me, you know where to find me. Then a surge of rage welled up. "Are you not that man's mistress?" demanded Mrs.
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