"What poet was that?" "Stevenson. She could not say a word, much less move. I must not let you go again. Langley, I appeal to you. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. It was red and chapped. 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. ‘s as mad as any of you, in spite of all his respectability; not a bit of him straight anywhere, not one bit.
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