Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off, looking away. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. And since then, he has openly avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on the slightest inkling of treachery. He made her tell him the core of the difficulty. Well, I've had to be.
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