The Hermit and the Wild Woman by Edith Wharton
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"I? What kind of an obstacle could I have the least effect on?"
Mrs. Newell met his banter with a look which quelled it. "I want you to find her father." "Her father? Miss Hermione's--?" "My husband, of course. I suppose you know he's living." Garnett blushed at his own clumsiness. "I--yes--that is, I really knew nothing--" he stammered, feeling that each word added to it. If Hermione was unnoticeable, Mr. Newell had always been invisible. The young man had never so much as given him a thought, and it was awkward to come on him so suddenly at a turn of the talk. "Well, he is--living here in Paris," said Mrs. Newell, with a note of asperity which seemed to imply that her friend might have taken the trouble to post himself on this point. "In Paris? But in that case isn't it quite simple--?" "To find him? I daresay it won't be difficult, though he is rather mysterious. But the point is that I can't go to him--and that if I write to him he won't answer." "Ah," said Garnett thoughtfully. "And so you've got to find him for me, and tell him." "Tell him what?" |
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