Friday was not a big dinner night at the Beck house. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. Please don’t let any one know that. Annabel set her teeth hard, and turned fiercely towards Anna. He found his youngest daughter intrusive in his thoughts all through the morning, and still more so in the afternoon. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive. Such ambitions as he had were stereotyped and material.
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