‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. She offers me no explanation, permits me absolutely no hope. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. But it means no end of a row. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. I know my son's voice too well.
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