” She thanked him with one of her shy little glances. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. ” She spat in his face. “What’s that young lady’s name—girl in dark brown, stranger here?” Mr. “I dare not,” she answered.
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