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Of course, he had no idea who I was. 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. White became conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. She observed a man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her.
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