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He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated. But at the beginning of the affray, when he thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark his absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding the engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he had another object in view. “So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. No wonder we are anxious that nothing should happen to make him change his mind.
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