That was what the row was about the other night.

He warned me that it was the last I'd have from him for some time, and he'll keep his word.

Curse him!" Miriam, accustomed as she was to his bad language, shrank.
"Percy! Your own father!" she whispered, with a shudder.
"Oh, don't go into heroics!" he said.

"You'd curse everything and everybody, if you were in the plight I am.

And look here, you've got to help me.