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. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. But here I am to draw upon. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb.
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