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She described it so vividly. 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. Her scream shook the windows of the sedan. “Let’s go outside. ‘What?’ ‘Nothing,’ snapped Roding, with an odd look at his bride to be that Gerald could not interpret. ” “I will wait,” said Ann Veronica, still not looking at him, “and we will go into Regent’s Park.
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