But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. “Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. “It is just six o’clock now. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. Meat pies with sweet crust were stuffed with macaroni, steaks of pork and beef were pounded thin and grilled rare, capons had been marinated in plum wine and cinnamon, and veal sausages stewed in cream were served over fine noodles: all the dishes that he loved were present. His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern. Stanley regarded him through his glasses with something approaching animosity. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry.
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