Nina Balatka by Anthony Trollope
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"I am so of often going there. He had spoken to me before about this. He thinks you do not like him to come here, and you never go there yourself." After this there was a pause for a few minutes, and Nina was settling herself to her work. Then the old man spoke again. "Nina, I fear you see too much of Anton Trendellsohn." The words were the very words of Souchey; and Nina was sure that her father and the servant had been discussing her conduct. It was no more than she had expected, but her father's words had come very quickly upon Souchey's speech to herself. What did it signify? Everybody would know it all before twenty-four hours had passed by. Nina, however, was determined to defend herself at the present moment, thinking that there was something of injustice in her father's remarks. "As for seeing him often, father, I have done it because your business has required it. When you were ill in April I had to be there almost daily." "But you need not have gone to-night. He did not send for you." "But it is needful that something should be done to get for him that which is his own." As she said this there came to her a sting of conscience, a thought that reminded her that, though she was not lying to her father in words, she was in fact deceiving him; and remembering her assertion to her lover that she had never spoken falsely to her father, she blushed with shame as she sat in the darkness of her seat. "To-morrow father," she said, "I will talk to you more about this, and you shall not at any rate say that I keep anything from you." |
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