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The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. . I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. I was rude and stupid. With an open hand, he slapped her face. "If I thought he lived——" observed Wood. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. "I was in the right, you see, father," observed Thames, smiling; "Jack has done his task. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. " "By my soul, no," replied Jonathan, with affected sincerity. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. Mr. I had that coming.
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