192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil. “Four,” Anna decided firmly. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard.
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