“Don’t you bother your precious head, or ’Tana’s, with ideas of
what rules people live by in a society of the cities thousands of
miles away,” he advised her. “It’s all right to furnish guards or
chaperons where people are so depraved as to need them.”
This with a turn of his eyes to the captain, who was gathering
himself up with a great deal of dignity.
“Good-morning, Mrs. Huzzard,” he said, looking with an
unapproachable air across Dan’s tousled head. “If my stepson at
times forgets what is due a gentleman in your house, do not fancy
that I reflect on you in the slightest for it. I regret that he
entertains such ideas, as they are totally at variance with the
rules by which he was reared. Good-morning, madame.”
Mrs. Huzzard clasped her hands and gazed with reproach at
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