"I have no sympathy," replied Prudence, "with a man who deliberately fuddles himself with strong drink. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. " "Yon ask impossibilities," replied Jonathan, sullenly. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep.
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