All the rest is humbug and
delicacy. “We don’t want things to happen!” Never had he shown his daughter so clearly
that the womenkind he was persuaded he had to protect and control could please
him in one way, and in one way only, and that was by doing nothing except the
punctual domestic duties and being nothing except restful appearances. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old
gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general
terms, at least—what that accosting signified. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows
knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!”
She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table. "Where?" she cried. Wild in his
own domain. Not far
from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly
and as skilfully as any of the older hands. “Silly!” he remarked after a pause.
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