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A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house. "I am one. ’ ‘Then what?’ demanded Lucilla in a hushed tone. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. 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. If you had not brought your companion here, it would not have happened. " "What a life!" "No worse than yours. “Can’t you SEE how things are?” she said. " "What say you, Sir?" said the Amazon, with an engaging leer at the stranger. “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted.
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