E. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. The stench is everywhere. It's almost incredible. “I was watching you at Morningside Park, dear,” said Miss Miniver. I don’t see how they can be. Imagine her, putting herself to all this delay and inconvenience for a young wastrel she did not know and who, the moment he got on his feet, would doubtless pass out of her life without so much as Thank you! And it was ten to one that she would not comprehend the ingratitude. ‘She obviously likes Leonardo. "Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening.
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