Humph!" "What's the matter?" "Sh!" Spurlock passed by on the way to the bar. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. Once she reached the bamboo curtain, clutched at it and tore it down as his arms went around her waist. "There won't be much left for you," he said. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem.
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