Part 8
“Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the
staircase. He was a stranger. She looked up quickly. But also this must not go on. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much
about at dinners. 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. I didn’t ought to
have sent for him. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. It is what I have done. And now, Quilt," he
continued, addressing the janizary, who approached him with the horse, "fly to
St. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. "Stop, Caliban," interposed Mrs. But a little daughter is one thing and a daughter quite another. ToC
If there is one thing on earth, more lovely than another, it is a fair girl of the
tender age of Winifred Wood! Her beauty awakens no feeling beyond that of
admiration.
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