"And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember. Capes. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. She despises one-piece swimsuits, she calls them ‘old hag bathing dresses’ no matter how low-cut they are. 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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