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“Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. ‘You would like? And do you imagine that I will tell you?’ ‘Won’t you?’ ‘No, a thousand times. I didn't mean it. You have threatened to kill me for nothing, I know not how many times. She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. At that a new element poured into her excitement, an element of wild disgust and terror. She pocketed the sum total of his ready cash, about fortyeight dollars. 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. " CHAPTER XI. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. I’ll give you grandpére!’ ‘But milor’—’ ‘Pardon!’ No longer master of his actions, the general lurched forward, waving his cane.
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