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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Duke's Children"

The feeling of being in the
power of a lot of low blackguards is so terrible! I did love the
poor brute so dearly. And now what have you been doing?'
'Just nothing;--and have seen nobody. I went back to Grex after
leaving Killancodlem, and shut myself up in misery.'
'Why misery?'
'Why misery! What a question for you to ask! Though I love Grex, I
am not altogether fond of living alone, and though Grex has its
charms, they are of a melancholy kind. And when I think of the
state of our family affairs, that is not reassuring. You father
has just paid seventy thousand pounds for you. My father has been
good enough to take something of less than a quarter of that sum
from me;--but still it was all that I was ever to have.'
'Girls don't want money.'
'Don't they? When I look forward it seems to me that a time will
come when I shall want it very much.'
'You will marry,' he said. She turned round for a moment and
looked at him, full in the face, after a fashion that he did not
dare to promise her future comfort in that direction. 'Things
always do come right, somehow.


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