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“I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. “There is my aunt,” she said. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. However, if you must air your opinions—” “To-night, then, daddy!” He made an angry but conceivably an assenting noise, and then Ramage glanced back and stopped, saluted elaborately, and waited for them to come up.
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