“You see, daddy, I don’t think it IS preposterous. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. She had a gold watch, a very good gold watch that had been her mother’s, a pearl necklace that was also pretty good, some unpretending rings, some silver bangles and a few other such inferior trinkets, three pounds thirteen shillings unspent of her dress and book allowance and a few good salable books. Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. The signs of the shops were carried to incredible distances. . ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. She descended down the stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position.
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