"We shall meet again ere long, my son," cried Mrs. "Well, it's a good story. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. Afterwards, it may be different. If I told you the facts, I expect, since you are in love with me, you’d explain the whole business as being very fine and honorable for me—the Higher Morality, or something of that sort. ’ ‘Oui, mais—safe. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. ” There was a moment’s silence. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. I might have known it. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents the development of an easy friendship.
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