Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. 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. Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. . To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island. He drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, terrified by the utter fallowness of his mind.
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