"And I'll bet a doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. His instinct was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years just as he thought fit. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. A man, then, rushed up the entry, and, seizing the unlucky carpenter by the collar, presented a drawn sword to his throat. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor.
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