If only this child were his:
what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a
little ache in his heart. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making
a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. Both had dropped the rather elaborate politeness of the
dining-room, and in their faces an impartial observer would have discovered
little lines of obstinate wilfulness in common; a certain hardness—sharp, indeed,
in the father and softly rounded in the daughter—but hardness nevertheless, that
made every compromise a bargain and every charity a discount. Nine years ago, I worked in this very house—had a kind indulgent
master, whom I robbed—twice robbed, at your instigation, villain; a mistress,
whom you have murdered; a companion, whose friendship I have for ever
forfeited; a mother, whose heart I have well-nigh broken. Happily they had no one else to wait for, and it heartened her mightily to think
that she had ordered the promptest possible service of the dinner. "
"Who?" almost screamed Mrs.
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