CHAPTER X. I am a man—of a sort of experience. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. No wonder that Trenchard, as he gazed at this fearful being, should have some misgivings cross him. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. "I forgot. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. Mr.
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