” she said. 148 “Sure. ” He said. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. ‘You are stubborn like a mule. ‘By the by, get Trodger to send up one of our best men, will you? Someone discreet. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. I told him the truth. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo.
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