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Such absurdity is enough to provoke Job, said the archdeacon, marching quickly up and down the room. Your father is like a child. Eight hundred pounds a-year!eight hundred and eighty with the housewith nothing to do. The very place for him. And to throw that up because some scoundrel writes an article in a newspaper! WellI have done my duty. If he chooses to ruin his child I cannot help it; and he stood still at the fireplace, and looked at himself in a dingy mirror which stood on the chimney- piece. There was a pause for about a minute, and then the warden, finding that nothing else was coming, lighted his candle, and quietly said, Good night. Good night, papa, said the lady. And so the warden retired: but, as he closed the door behind him, he heard the well-known ejaculationslower, lower, more solemn, more ponderous than everGood heavens! |
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