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He glanced up. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. 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. He will not come. “Oh, I know you would stop me if you could. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. "Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath his spectacles.
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