“I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. He got up brusquely. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. "Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. “He naturally does not wish for connexions which are—I do not wish to hurt you feelings, Anna, but I must say it—not altogether desirable.
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