"I guessed what was coming. "I have just parted from one," said Trenchard. Your father has forbidden you to go!’” “Well?” “She said, ‘I hate being horrid to you and father, but I feel it my duty to go to that ball!’” “Felt it her duty!” “‘Very well,’ I said, ‘then I wash my hands of the whole business. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared.
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