To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. Section 2. You seem to want this chap out of Canton. ’ ‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the room. Gosse twisted his body to avoid another thrust, and the heavy candlesticks fell, rolling with a noise like thunder, and falling with a thud to the floor. Best assured of that. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. The next weekend arrived and she made her decision.
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