’” “Yes?” “I think—yes, I went on in a pleasing blend of the casual and sotto voce, ‘The fact of it is, sir, I happen to be your son-in-law, Capes. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower her kill out of her hair. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. He hated horizons. ’ His colour deepened. ’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones. What had happened to it? She had broken it, certainly. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze.
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