THE WOMAN AND THE PRIEST
ugly, I don't like her, and he does not like her either."
Then the mother began to praise Agnes, but she spoke almost in a whisper as though afraid of being overheard by anyone except the boy, while Antiochus, his hands still clasped round his knee, shook his head energetically, his lower lip stuck out in disgust like a ripe cherry.
"No, no, I don't like her—can't you hear what I say! She is ugly and proud and old. And besides …"
A step sounded in the little hall and instantly they both were silent and stood waiting.
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