“Well, my girl, I wish you had thought about all these things before these bothers began. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. How perfectly charming. She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. Good night. Stanley. 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. But there was no sign from her. “Where have you been? All these hours I have been calling for you. ’ She gave him a straight look.
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