“Shit!” John quickly countered, “What are you going to do? She’s a motor-mouth, Lucy, of the worst kind. I know that in my heart I would take whatever he gave. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. She wanted to be alone.
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