She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.
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