"Politics seems to be a good side-line for the Thornton family,"
Kavanagh remarked, maliciously. "If you can start where your grandfather
is leaving off, you ought to be something big over in your country
before you die!"
"I'm not interested in politics, Mr. Kavanagh, nor in my grandfather's
quarrels with you."
"I am, though! Interested enough to advise you to keep to your own side
of that river!"
"I'll admit that you have the right to advise your daughter about the
friends she makes. But I don't grant you the privilege of insulting me
before her face and eyes by putting wrong constructions on our
friendship."
"Meaning that you're going to keep up this dilly-dally business whether
I allow you to or not?"
It was a cruel question at that moment. The girl was looking at him with
her heart in her eyes. He had understood her pledge of loyalty given a
moment before. Youth is not philosophic. She would misunderstand
anything except loyalty in return.
"Going to court my daughter, are you, according to the Thornton style of
grabbing anything in sight that they want?"
"Say, look here, Mr.
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