Almost simultaneously they burst out laughing. With the last glimmer of decency he had sent the daughter to his sister. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents the development of an easy friendship. "This locket," he said, taking a little ornament attached to a black ribband from his breast, and giving it her,—"do you remember it?" "I do—I do!" cried Winifred. Her aunt went off at a tangent. ’ ‘Will you have done, Gerald?’ demanded Hilary, exasperated.
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