Greifenstein by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford
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'I do not know,' answered the young man absently. 'You do not know!' exclaimed his father in surprise. 'Would you like to go and live with Hilda in a garrison town while you served your year as a volunteer?' 'I was not thinking of that. I have thought lately that, after all, I had better take active service. Would you object?' Greifenstein was taken by surprise and would possibly have uttered a loud exclamation if he had not long ago schooled himself to be incapable of any such breach of gravity. But he did not answer the question. 'Father,' began Greif again after a pause, 'is it true that you ever had a brother?' Greifenstein's tough face turned slowly grey. 'A half-brother,' he answered with an effort. 'My mother married again.' Greif glanced sideways at his father and saw that he was oddly affected by the inquiry. But the young man had his own reasons for wishing to know the truth. 'Why have you never told me that I had an uncle?' he asked. 'He is no uncle of yours, my boy, nor brother of mine!' answered |
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