‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter would find not a welcome. I’m glad the old sore is assuaged. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. ‘Say it.
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