” “Friends!” said her father. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Spurling and Marvel rose too. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her.
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