He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. ” “Above all, no one except I can know what you are. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?” “It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. "Always plenty to spare. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. We'll get together this afternoon; and you can pretend that I am your father. ’ ‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her old nurse, very much in her usual style.
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