The Wharf by the Docks - A Novel by Florence Warden
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to marry you?" asked Doreen, recovering her sauciness at the notion.
"And why should he do it till he knows what sort of a wife I am going to make? And why should he go down on his knees more than I on mine? When there are more women in the world than men, too!" The doctor shook his head. "Ah, there is no arguing with you saucy girls," said he. "But I know that I, for my part, don't know of a man in the whole world who is worthy to marry one of my daughters." As the doctor finished speaking, the door was opened quickly, and Mr. Wedmore came in, looking white and worried. Doreen ran to him with an anxious face. "What have you done, papa, what have you done? Did you see him? What did you say? What did you say?" Mr. Wedmore put his arm around his daughter, and kissed her tenderly. "Don't trouble your head about him any more, my dear child," said he in a husky voice. "He isn't worth it. He isn't worthy of you." Doreen drew away from her father, looking into his face with searching eyes and with an expression full of fear. "Papa, what do you mean? You have sent him away?" Mr. Wedmore answered in a loud and angry voice; but it was clear enough |
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