At the Mercy of Tiberius by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans
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is the favorite."
"Bertie certainly is her darling, and he is very handsome; not in the very least degree like me." For the first time, their eyes met in a friendly glance, and a covert smile stirred the General's lips; but as he put out his hand toward her, she moved a step beyond his reach. "Beryl, you consider me a dreadful, cruel old tyrant?" She made no reply. "Answer me." "You are my mother's father; and that word--father, means so much to me, that it shall shield even you, from the shadow of disrespect." "Oh! very dutiful indeed, but dead as the days when daughters obeyed, and honored their fathers! Beggarly foreign professors wiped all that out of the minds of wealthy girls at boarding schools--just as they changed their backwoods pronunciation of French and Italian. Don't evade my question." "I did not come here, sir, to bandy words; and I ended my mission by delivering the letter intrusted to me." "You regard me as a vindictive old bear?" "I had heard much of the Darringtons; I imagined a great deal more; |
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