“What are your objections?” she said. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. Perhaps I ought to have let you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion.
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