The Gadfly by E. L. (Ethel Lillian) Voynich
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summer. I think you had better get a holiday
right away from the neighborhood of Leghorn. I can't have you breaking down in health." "Where shall you go when the seminary closes, Padre?" "I shall have to take the pupils into the hills, as usual, and see them settled there. But by the middle of August the subdirector will be back from his holiday. I shall try to get up into the Alps for a little change. Will you come with me? I could take you for some long mountain rambles, and you would like to study the Alpine mosses and lichens. But perhaps it would be rather dull for you alone with me?" "Padre!" Arthur clasped his hands in what Julia called his "demonstrative foreign way." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. Only--I am not sure----" He stopped. "You don't think Mr. Burton would allow it?" "He wouldn't like it, of course, but he could hardly interfere. I am eighteen now and can do what I choose. After all, he's only my step-brother; I don't see that I owe him obedience. He was always unkind to mother." |
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