‘But I was not there. I want him immediately, so you can send Frith with my phaeton if you like. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. "I will not submit to be thus interrogated," said Winifred, angrily. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing.
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