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They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. She leaned back as he climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth again. ‘This idiotic female—’ ‘This imbecile has made me—’ ‘—made me lose my temper, and I—’ ‘—cut him with my dagger, and he is—’ ‘—damn near slit her throat!’ ‘—bleeding like a pig!’ ‘Whoa, whoa!’ stormed the captain, starting forward. " "They are useless," she returned. “Sort of man who can see no further than his nose,” he remarked contemptuously. "The poor young man!" she said. ” She laughed gaily. The Widgett method of thought puzzled her weakly rhetorical mind. In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right. Nothing else so quickly establishes the condition of comradeship as the sharing of a laughable incident.
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