"Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’
one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and
Drummond and his lot were with us. It is necessary. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the
masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. . He was always word-building, a
metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion
because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead,
horribly gored. ’
‘Very good, ma’am. ’
Her lips parted, but she did not speak.
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