Spurlock grew cold. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. Manning. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. They're gone into the next room. 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. "Your father said so before you," replied Jonathan, malignantly; "and yet it has tarried thus long. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. Thames said not another word, but marched boldly towards him, and seized him by the collar. “Believe me, I know. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness.
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