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‘But he gives them to me. "
CHAPTER XIII. "You have forgotten your knife, Mr. You bring me this grandfather, whom you know well I do not in the least wish to
see, for I have told you so. At any
rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now
she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself
about inside her head within a yard of him. He's young
and sound. Destruction
everywhere marked its course. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the
dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered
little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed,
in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that
made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. If
you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. "Perhaps that would have been best.
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