“You are really a good Samaritan,” she declared. “We will see that he doesn’t follow you. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. "Oh God! how fearfully my father is avenged!" "True," replied Jack, sternly; "but we have our uncle to avenge. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. I cannot let you go. . He was not a sailor. Why should I?” “At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you. ” “Uh. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed, in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. So go up-stairs and get your things together while I look out for a hansom. Not MY affair.
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