“Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. “I thought I was just up against Morningside Park and father, but it’s the whole order of things—the whole blessed order of things. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. In the genuinely dissipated face there was always a suggestion of slyness in ambush, peeping out of the wrinkles around the eyes and the lips. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands.
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