She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. They fight over money all of the time. There was a stain of wine upon her dress.
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