Beyond the City by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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arm with her sunshade. "When you were twenty your father did not, I
presume, object to your learning chemistry or playing a musical instrument. You would have thought it tyranny if he had." "But there is such a sudden change in them both." "Yes, I have noticed that they have been very enthusiastic lately in the cause of liberty. Of all my disciples I think that they promise to be the most devoted and consistent, which is the more natural since their father is one of our most trusted champions." The Doctor gave a twitch of impatience. "I seem to have lost all authority," he cried. "No, no, my dear friend. They are a little exuberant at having broken the trammels of custom. That is all." "You cannot think what I have had to put up with, madam. It has been a dreadful experience. Last night, after I had extinguished the candle in my bedroom, I placed my foot upon something smooth and hard, which scuttled from under me. Imagine my horror! I lit the gas, and came upon a well-grown tortoise which Clara has thought fit to introduce into the house. I call it a filthy custom to have such pets." Mrs. Westmacott dropped him a little courtesy. "Thank you, sir," said she. "That is a nice little side hit at my poor Eliza." "I give you my word that I had forgotten about her," cried the Doctor, flushing. "One such pet may no doubt be endured, but two are more than I can bear. Ida has a monkey which lives on the curtain rod. It is a |
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