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"Have it, and welcome," rejoined Figg. “I didn’t know you objected
to him, daddy. Let me keep him. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed
cheerfully. Come and see him, Lucia. ‘No, but I seen the light, sir. This at once
thrilled her and worried her. For the most part these
were detached people: men practising the plastic arts, young writers, young men
in employment, a very large proportion of girls and women—self-supporting
women or girls of the student class. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing
wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’
He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. He seemed to deliberate. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. She was flushed, and her eyes were
bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in
wandering strands of black. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from
its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial
incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true.
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