So he marched into the street, primarily bent
upon making the favourable discovery. Here, put it on your finger. He filled her
glass with champagne. 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. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much
harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of
affection. Diving towards it, he tried to press against the rivulet that was
seeping from it, hampered mightily by Melusine’s fingers, which were grasping
at his other hand. It was a second reminder that against her claim to go free and untrammelled
there was a case to be made, that after all it was true that a girl does not go alone
in the world unchallenged, nor ever has gone freely alone in the world, that evil
walks abroad and dangers, and petty insults more irritating than dangers, lurk. He could hardly open the envelope, he trembled
so.
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