" This sally occasioned a general laugh. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. Brute! Fool! To have come to her on such an errand. God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. "Before you go, bring me the bottle of pineapple rum I opened yesterday. I have only just left Wych Street. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. Cars rushed by on the street, swerving into the middle of the two lane road to avoid the knee-deep puddles forming around sewer grates. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources.
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