His face fell. My heart misgives me. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. “Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and his grip tightened on her hand. As he gazed down into the courts of the prison, he could not help shuddering, lest a false step might precipitate him below. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times.
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