Of you, I mean. She says she will have to, though she does not wish to. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. 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. “Yes, I remember you now. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer.
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