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“You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves,
Ferringhall,” he remarked. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from
contact. Some one was standing beside him. She should be lifted out
of her narrow little life, and it should be all owing to him. Nine years ago, I worked in this very house—had a kind indulgent
master, whom I robbed—twice robbed, at your instigation, villain; a mistress,
whom you have murdered; a companion, whose friendship I have for ever
forfeited; a mother, whose heart I have well-nigh broken. A discreet husband
would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his
wife. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand
will always be on his shoulder. He could have her in the car but she preferred
a more private setting. She attempted by a sheer act of will to end the
scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. “All right?” he asked. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh
and blood afore long. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships.
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