He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. “You, too,” he said abruptly.
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