Far to Seek - A Romance of England and India by Maud Diver
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"You see, it wouldn't make me sorry. And you don't hurt badly. Not half
as much as Joe did. He was mean. He kicked. I wouldn't have stopped, all the same--if _you_ hadn't come." The note of reproach was more disconcerting than ever. "Well, if whacking's no use, what am I to do with you? Shut you up here till bedtime--eh?" Roy considered that dismal proposition, with his eyes on the summer world outside. "Well--you can if you like. But it wouldn't be fair." A pause. "You don't know what a horrid boy he was, Daddy. _You'd_ have hit him harder--even if he _was_ a guest." "I wonder!" Nevil fatally admitted. "Of course it would all depend on the provocation." "What's 'provication'?" The instant alertness, over a new word, brought back the smile to Nevil's eyes. "It means--saying or doing something bad enough to make it right for you to be angry." "Well, it was bad enough. It was"--a portentous pause--"about Mummy." "About Mummy?" The sharp change in his father's tone was at once |
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