The Awakening of Helena Richie by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
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Mr., Wright waved this question aside. "When he came home, I spoke
with some severity," "This quarrel," said Dr. Lavendar, "is not built on such folly as that." Benjamin Wright shook his head, and made a careless gesture with his trembling hand. "Not--entirely. I reproved him, as I say. And he was impertinent. Impertinent, mind you, to his father! And I--in those days my temper was somewhat quick--I--" "Yes?" But Mr. Wright seemed unable to proceed, except to say again, "I-- reproved him," "But," Dr. Lavendar protested, "you don't mean to tell me that Samuel, just for a reproof, an unkind and unjust reproof, would--why, I cannot believe it!" "It was not unjust!" Benjamin Wright's melancholy eyes flamed angrily. "I know, Samuel," said Dr. Lavendar. "He is obstinate; I've told him so a hundred times. And he's conceited--so's everybody, more or less; if in nothing else, we're conceited because we're not conceited. But he's not a fool. So, whether he is right or not, I am sure he thinks he had something more to complain of than a good blowing-up?" "In a way," said the old man, examining his ridgy finger-nails and speaking with a gasp, "he had. Slightly." |
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