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“Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. He would
get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop
in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint
at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. He slid out of her. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew,
"when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. In all his life he had never realized a dream; but
the thought had never before hurt him. His instinct
was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to
obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years
just as he thought fit. Folks don’t
like ’em. We have so many actresses who
aspire to great things in the drama, not one who can interpret as you have
interpreted it, the delicate finesse, the finer lights and shades of true comedy. You’re dogmatic. ‘You must have been an exceedingly
good pupil. It was a
betrayal of God and her former family, but all in all was
much easier. He saw, without any particular
regret, that this year he would have to forego the junket; but there would be
ample compensation in the study of these queer youngsters. The storm burst upon
them in its fury. He
brought his mother to call, and as you know the Countess goes scarcely
anywhere. ”
“Yes.
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