He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. “You cannot seriously believe,” he said, “that at the present moment I care a snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not. He lost control of the machine, was upset and nearly killed. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. ’ ‘But the general gave his permission. ‘Still, the comtesse has them well in hand. He neither attempted to prevent his nephew's departure, nor to follow him. A brief feeling of empathy with Pottiswick passed through him. She felt sharp animal teeth pierce her above her shoulder. Let's have a look at the kinchen that ought to have been throttled," added he, snatching the child from Wood. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. “We don’t want things to happen!” Never had he shown his daughter so clearly that the womenkind he was persuaded he had to protect and control could please him in one way, and in one way only, and that was by doing nothing except the punctual domestic duties and being nothing except restful appearances.
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