“Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. . “Mid-thirties. Sometimes I think she’s tired of us. “I always shall. So I dare say I was christened Jack. And taking the keys, he departed on the errand.
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