Huge trees obscured the view of it. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. But then he began to take steps, and, at last, strides to something more and more like predominance. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. Mac's. I am five-and-thirty, and I have knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life.
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