Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. I've engaged to watch over you as a son, and I will do so as far as I'm able; but if you neglect my advice, what chance have I of benefitting you? On one point I've made up my mind—you shall either obey me, or leave me. C below. Something forbade him to draw her toward him and seal the compact with a kiss.
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