He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. She got up early, and walked about the garden in the dewy June sunshine and revived her childhood. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. ‘Home?’ ‘To your family. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate the art of discrimination. ’ She turned quickly away that her feelings might not be obvious to Lucy and her great-aunt. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable.
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