How could she tell him of the evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind? "Yes, yes!" said the doctor. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. “Michelle, I don’t ever want to hear you mention the subject you mentioned at dinner again. ” The girl received this intimation in silence, but the face that looked down upon the gas fire took an expression of obstinacy that brought out a hitherto latent resemblance between parent and child. She recalled him. But Miss Stanley took no notice of these things.
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