Wait, though. “What the hell. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. “Lucy, my brother is home and I borrowed the cash from him. So am I. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. ’ Gerald laughed. 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.
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