“All day. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. " "Oh, it's a part of the game," said McClintock. Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. Half an hour passed, but Jack did not make his appearance. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. ‘And I wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left you.
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