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Daughters were not like sons. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination. No matter what they do, always someone to bolster them up, to lend them money, and to coddle them. In the present instance she did not want any interference; she did not want the doctor's wisdom to edge in between these two young fools and spoil the drama. Get the men back to their posts. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. Stanley pronounced, and seemed to hesitate whether he had not gone too far. She felt she had to go on. . So this was what it was all about. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. ‘Tell me, my boy. It’s not far from twilight.
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