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Papa said I was not to talk with you. Do you sacrifice me like that? Ah, its too much! I wish youd wait a little, said the girl in a voice just distinct enough to betray a quaver. Of course Ill wait if youll give me hope. But you take my life away. Ill not give you upoh no! Pansy went on. Hell try and make you marry some one else. Ill never do that. What then are we to wait for? She hesitated again. Ill speak to Mrs Osmond and shell help us. It was in this manner that she for the most part designated her stepmother. She wont help us much. Shes afraid. Afraid of what? Of your father, I suppose. Pansy shook her little head. Shes not afraid of any one. We must have patience. Ah, thats an awful word, Rosier groaned; he was deeply disconcerted. Oblivious of the customs of good society, he dropped his head into his hands and, supporting it with a melancholy grace, sat staring at the carpet. Presently he became aware of a good deal of movement about him and, as he looked up, saw Pansy making a curtseyit was still her little curtsey of the conventto the English lord whom Mrs Osmond had introduced. |
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