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” “YOU ASKED YOUR FATHER FOR A REASON!” said Miss Miniver, with great intensity. ’ The girl held out her hands. “You too were deceived. “And of course you are my niece just as Annabel is, although I am sorry to learn that your conduct has been much less discreet than hers. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence. In the periphery of her vision, she saw the door pulled back. He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. If he senses fear in the touch of your hand, he'll give you trouble. It's a sorry world," he went on. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. ‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. From this spot a road, more resembling the drive through a park than a public thoroughfare, led him gradually to the brow of Dollis Hill.
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