Innocent : her fancy and his fact by Marie Corelli
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hurts me!--it hurts me, Dad! I can't realise it! I thought you
were my own dear father!--and I loved you!--oh, how much I loved you!--yet you have deceived me all along!" "I haven't deceived you," he answered, impatiently. "I've done all for the best--I meant to tell you when you married Robin--" A flush of indignation flew over her cheeks. "Marry Robin!" she exclaimed--"How could I marry Robin? I'm nothing! I'm nobody! I have not even a name!" She covered her face with her hands and an uncontrollable sob broke from her. "Not even a name!" she murmured--"Not even a name!" With a sudden impulsive movement she knelt down in front of him like a child about to say its prayers. "Oh, help me, Dad!" she said, piteously--"Comfort me! Say something--anything! I feel so lost--so astray! All my life seems gone!--I can't realise it! Yes, I know! You have been very kind,-- all kindness, just as if I had been your own little girl. Oh, why did you tell me I was your own?--I was so proud to be your daughter--and now--it's so hard--so hard! Only a few moments ago I was a happy girl with a loving father as I thought--now I know I'm only a poor nameless creature,--deserted by my parents and left on your hands. Oh, Dad dear! I've given you years of trouble!--I hope I've been good to you! It's not my fault that I am what I am!" |
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