" "Oh, God!" cried Jack, "she does not know me. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good. There was no need to be afraid for me. These interests her world promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt, and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must on no account think about. The man pulled up. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. Following her lead, he fortified himself with a swallow of the excellent Madeira before responding. Not like my father. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most earnestly that I may come back to my old place as “Your devoted friend, “WALTER BRENDON.
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