When the club met in her home, embarrassed

When the club met in her home, embarrassed, she asked them not to begin: her father wanted to speak to them.
The members whispered to each other, “Who is her father?”
“I thank you, young men and women,” he said, “for the honor of your visit. I suppose you would like to hear some of my poems.” And he began to chant.
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