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Mother had met with him two years before to begin the process of finding a match. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. The Reverend Henry Dolby performed the cermony, and his wife and daughter were witnesses. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. Sailors would leave them at the trader's. If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act.
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