" "But I've got to go!" insisted Rollo, in perfectly understandable dog-talk. Don't suppose," she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. They are arbitrary and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful.
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