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The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. ” He hesitated, and went off at a tangent. You have neither reason nor logic. . We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. I never saw a man who wasn't. . ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. That was something in his favour.
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