The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. ’ Gerald grinned. ” It occurred to her that she had never seen her father dining out before, never watched him critically as an equal. ‘She?’ ‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. You see, I kidnapped poor Jack and made him promise to send me word if you went careering off anywhere. I care not. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide.
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