" "You won't complain of the delay when I tell you what I've done," answered Jack. "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction. That's how I finally got wind of it. Later Gwen’s trouble weighed so heavily on Mrs. “I am sorry for the way I acted, Lucy. '—'They can't,' says I. They are blinded to all fine and subtle things —they look at life with bloodshot eyes and dilated nostrils. “How would you prevent it?” she asked. . She could not see what occurred, though she guessed it; but she saw Jonathan's devilish triumphing glance, and read in it,—"Your son has committed a robbery—here—in these holy walls—he is mine—mine for ever!" She uttered a loud scream, and fainted. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents the development of an easy friendship.
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