Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. "What does Mr. "Surely," she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance to what my mother has just said. You are necessary to me. ‘How could you? No wonder mademoiselle is angry with you. ” “Cooped up!” he cried. " "That's not likely to be the case, if you go on in this way," replied Thames, sharply. Run away now, please. So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron bar with both hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making the passage echo with the blows. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous.
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