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“What a hypocrite you are. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the
recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association
continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that
which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than
her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. Don't ask any more questions. Painting is only one
slender branch of the great tree. It was in
fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. "Look to the horses, Obadiah. "
"Impossible!" cried Jonathan. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. No
gentleman was ever called Thames, and Darrell is a gentleman, unless the whole
story of his being found in the river is a fabrication!"
"My dear, you forget—"
"No, Mr.
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