Perhaps I'd better open it now. 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. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. ” “On the contrary,” Anna whispered quietly, “we met in a small boarding-house where I was stopping. It is not well that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY.
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