He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. . Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. Wow. She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him. Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. Then came the great day. I burned it. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish.
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