‘Tell me, my boy. She may address me as
“Grandfather” if she chooses, since I’m obliged to accept her in that capacity. His arm
fell to his side. There were lines in her face that age had
not put there. Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat
down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock,
under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished
intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally
developed. “Nice sleeve,” she said,
and came to his hand and kissed it. I’d only have to do something about it, and that I can’t. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by
strangling you.
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