“Poor old daddy! I wonder if he’ll spend much on the fatted calf?. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. “There are policemen—and buses. "Shall I shoot him?" "Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint.
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