“Cheveney!” she repeated. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of. It was impossible. "The Dawn Pearl!" he said, making to recline again. Her mind developed into savage wrath at the present conditions of a woman’s life. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed. Earles would permit.
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