Trumps by George William Curtis
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gentleman, almost foaming at the mouth. "Why should you think, Sir? What
business have you to think, Sir? You're a boy, Sir--a school-boy, Sir! Are you going to dispute with me in my own house? I take back my permission. Go, both of you! and never let me see your faces again!" The old man stood pointing with his cane toward the door. "Go, both of you!" repeated he, fiercely. It was impossible to resist; and Abel and Gabriel moved slowly toward the door. The former was furious at finding himself doomed in company with Gabriel. But he betrayed nothing. He was preternaturally calm. Hope, dismayed and pale, stood looking on, but saying nothing. Gabriel went quietly out of the room. Abel turned to the door, and bowed gravely to Hope. "Remember, Sir," cried the old man, "I take back my permission!" "I understand, Sir," replied Abel, bowing to him also. He closed the door; and as he did so it seemed to Hope Wayne as if the sunshine were extinguished. CHAPTER XII. HELP, HO! Abel Newt was fully aware that his time was short. His father's letter |
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