“I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. . . “I have the right to be here. “Because I hate you!” She spat. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated. We men are like children. Good-bye, aunt.
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