And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. Although she did not understand why he persisted in this pursuit of her affairs. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart settled into its normal routine. 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. "What do you want?" he asked, in a gruff voice. I will arise myself. Later, when they returned home, she would serve as the topic of many conversations. The poor fellow's half smothered.
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