The Last Chronicle of Barset by Anthony Trollope
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'If there is no other reason, I cannot think that that can be held to be a reason now. Of course your mother would like to have you always; unless you should be married--but then there are reasons why this should not be so.' 'Of course there are.' 'I do not think--that is, if I know all that there is to be known--I do not think, I say, that there can be any good ground for your leaving us now--just now.' Then Grace sat silent for a moment, gathering her courage, and collecting her words; and after that she spoke. 'It is because of papa, and because of this charge--' 'But, Grace--' 'I know what you are going to say, Miss Prettyman;--that is, I think I know.' 'If you hear me, you may be sure that you know.' 'But I want you to hear me for one moment first. I beg your pardon, Miss Prettyman; I do indeed, but I want to say this before you go on. I must go home, and I know I ought. We are all disgraced, and I won't stop here to disgrace the school. I know papa has done nothing wrong; but nevertheless we are disgraced. The police are to bring him in here on Thursday, and everybody in Silverbridge will know it. It cannot be right that I should be here teaching in the school, while it is all going |
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