The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. “If you were to ask me,” he would say, “I should say Blinders is straight. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. He only laughed his defiance. The fact is I was so glad to see you again that it never occurred to me that a little discretion might be advisable.
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