Oh, you must believe me. He was a little embarrassed. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. . The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. The ambitions of his life, and they were many, seemed to lie far away, broken up dreams in some outside world where the way was rough and the sky always grey. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. “He is evidently a friend of Mrs.
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