"But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. Rather! Who could help it?” He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. Years ago I marked out an intinerary for myself; but the trip never materialized. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. She held out both her hands.
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