Easily. You know not what a wretched guilty thing I am. Just an idea of mine. They stood for a moment in the passage and listened. . I can’t love you. "And Jack?" "Gone too," sobbed his daughter. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. "Your sympathy is being wasted.
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