‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. There were too many kills, too many unsolved files in too many cabinets. 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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