“A man like that taints a girl by looking at her, by his mere conversation. He groped her buttocks. "I can do without it," muttered Jack. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. 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. Lucy inhaled deeply.
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