He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. How much he would be able to do for her. The general had little doubt he was going to be asked to provide for the fellow as well as for his legitimate descendant. I defy you to explain it away. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen.
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