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A day will come when you will thank me. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. And I want you for myself—for my wife. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. “Turned out to be an impostor, too. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. Again silence. "If you don't stop its squalling, I will. I do swear.
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