” “Well, you can’t say you’re a failure there,” Lady Lescelles remarked, smiling. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. There was something fatalistic about the letter H. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. It was horrible, but she must do it. So I fear there's little chance of any one getting it. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good.
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