Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. She resumed her on guard position, and glaring steadily at him, waited again. He could not contain his satisfaction, but chuckled, and rubbed his hands with delight. But he was not a father one could make much of. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine. We ourselves have been similarly circumstanced. Perhaps it was just as well there was no inherited memory.
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