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A sweet tempered girl, Sally, like most women of generous spirit,
had cyclonic potentialities.

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There is about any dog fight a wild, gusty fury which affects the average
mortal with something of the helplessness induced by some vast clashing
of the elements. It seems so outside one's jurisdiction. One is oppressed
with a sense of the futility of interference.

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...but Fillmore was already moving down the car,
his rigid back a silent protest against sisterly levity.

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She had the sensation of being very small and yet very much in the way,
like a puppy who has wandered into a church.

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Uncle Donald's walrus moustache heaved gently upon his laboured breath,
like seaweed on a ground-swell.

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Weighed down before a numbing exhaustion, she seemed now to have passed
into that second phase in which over-tired nerves enter upon a sort of
Indian summer of abnormal alertness.

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Darkness was beginning to gather slowly and with almost an apologetic air,
as if it regretted the painful duty of putting an end to the perfect summer day.

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