The Man in Possession — page 15: what you’re looking at

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IO THE MAN IN POSSESSION. another, from one hurrying figure to another, until at last she caught sight of the faceshe knew. Then she moved forward and simply said, ‘‘ Well, father, so youre back at last.” ‘‘Ah! Kate, Kate, my love, how are you? No need to ask, your looks speak for you.” He was a big handsome man, with a fresh-coloured face and laughing eyes. He talked rather loudly and incessantly, but his voice had a certain richness of accent that made it wonderfully pleasant to listen to. It was essentially an Irish voice, with the sonorous utterance of vowels peculiar to Irish voices, and yet with that sonorous fulness unmarred by any brogue. Amidst a crowd of disjointed words and sentences and of contradictory orders he at last managed to collect his belongings and to stow them and himself into a cab—his daughter quietly following him, after giving the cabman their address. She had lost sight of the young man who had come to meet his maiden aunt. She wondered if he had found her, and involuntarily glanced at two or three of the passing cabs. But soon he passed out of her memory and she was listening to the half complaining—half-humorous string of remarks and questions that poured from the lips of her com- panion. ‘‘ And has anything new happened at home?” he asked at last. The girl shrugged her shoulders An expression of disdainful resignation to facts long accepted flashed over her face. ‘‘What is there to happen?” she asked. ‘‘ Bills, COMicloe (Sri C(O)