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"And someday let him care for me!" She sprang up, alarmed. The Chapel. G'night, kids. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him. His face turned a dark crimson. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. ‘Exactly like my father. But I’m going to-day. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. He's passed through some rough mental torture.
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