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’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. Such pretty manners, she thought. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. “Aren’t we all just odds and ends of humanity —the left-overs, you know. But I am always afraid that he may get in while I am away. The knife is at my breast. "Were I in your place," said Smith, "I should be apprehensive of Wild, because he's a declared enemy. “No!” she exclaimed. You must be lonely here with only a few men friends. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. There was something indeed holding the whole species back from the imaginable largeness of life. And in that respect they stir up one another. 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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