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Quiller-Couch, Sir Arthur Thomas

"The Blue Pavilions"

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"You shan't talk like that!" she broke out almost fiercely. It was
curious that this girl, who until this moment had always trembled
before her father, now began to dominate him by force of her passion.
"Oh, I mustn't, eh? Devil take the fellow! He tumbles out of one
mess into another, and plays skittles with my peace of mind, and in
return I'm not allowed a word!"
"Father, you will fetch him back?"
"Now, how the--"
"But you must."
"Indeed!"
"Because I love him dearly--there! I have nobody left but you,
father." She knelt and caught his hand, exchanging audacity for
entreaty in a second.
"Little maid," said her father, with a tenderness as sudden,
"get up--your feet must be as cold as ice, on these slates.
Go in, and go to bed."
"Let me stay a little. I can't sleep indoors. It was so happy this
morning, and to-night the trouble is so heavy!"
Captain Jemmy vanished into the lumber-room for a moment, and
reappeared, tugging an old mattress after him and bearing a tattered
window-curtain under his left arm. He spread the mattress on the
balcony, motioned his daughter to sit, and wrapped her feet warmly in
his purple dressing-gown. Then, as she lay back, he spread the
curtain over her, tucking it close round her young body.


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