” It occurred to her that she had never seen her father dining out before, never watched him critically as an equal. With the same inducements we should all do the same thing. Sorrows and danger and disappointment she had known. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. She is the image of what I was like, and she has a better voice. He showed me a black mark under his ear, where the noose would be tied. ‘You’re either mad, or in love. . I went off to round up his wife. That’s how it takes me. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing.
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