“No! My father. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. But he has never been near her—never. “I saw him stagger and sink down, and the pistol was smoking still in my hand. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. “Poor old daddy! I wonder if he’ll spend much on the fatted calf?. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause.
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