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Cashel Byron's Profession by George Bernard Shaw
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He seemed disappointed. Then his face clouded; and he began, "If you
regard it as a liberty--"

"Of course I regard it as a liberty," she said, neatly interrupting
him. "Is not my own conduct a sufficient charge upon my attention?
Why should I voluntarily assume that of a strong man and learned
professor as well?"

"By Jingo!" exclaimed Cashel, with sudden excitement, "I don't care
what you say to me. You have a way of giving things a turn that
makes it a pleasure to be shut up by you; and if I were a gentleman,
as I ought to be, instead of a poor devil of a professional pug, I
would--" He recollected himself, and turned quite pale. There was a
pause.

"Let me remind you," said Lydia, composedly, though she too had
changed color at the beginning of his outburst, "that we are both
wanted elsewhere at present; I by Miss Goff, and you by your
servant, who has been hovering about us and looking at you anxiously
for some minutes."

Cashel turned fiercely, and saw Mellish standing a little way off,
sulkily watching him. Lydia took the opportunity, and left the
place. As she retreated she could hear that they were at high words
together; but she could not distinguish what they were saying.
Fortunately so; for their language was villainous.

She found Alice in the library, seated bolt upright in a chair that
would have tempted a good-humored person to recline. Lydia sat down
in silence. Alice, presently looking at her, discovered that she was
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