The Horseman's Daughter

Despite my palm’s quiet semblance, I can assure you that my heart is troubled! My chest is ill at ease. No, thank you, sitting down is proving better for it. I daren’t demonstrate my malaise - oh how gauche! Take Father, exemplis gratia. He exchanges handshakes with levity in his regard, but when he’s at home he behaves as though some weighty care rides behind him. Take that back! and, please, refrain from further haste in judgment; as you will recall, a flask need not boil, but if the substance of its content demands, then the glass may yet fume.