“Splendid it must be to be a composer. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. And listen, John. ” An immense gulf seemed to open between father and daughter as he said these words. What else could he do? You can’t kick up a scene on the spur of the moment in the face of such conflicting values as he had before him. Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. For a long time he remained standing before the fire, staring at the situation. I told them lies. I will never wed you. She was radiant. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn.
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