Your servant, Mr. ‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. ” “Excellent,” Sir John declared. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. What have you got to say?" "Too much," replied Kneebone, shaking his head; "sadly too much. 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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