Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly. The girl, with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. "My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. . Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. "However, I will be there. It is not well that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day.
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