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Rhoda sat silent until her aunt had left the room to prepare the supper according to her habit. Then she rose, and, going close up to her father, took his hand,

and looked imploringly into his face. “Father,” she said, “don’t make me go there. I—I can’t bear it.”

“You can’t bear it!” burst out old Maxfield. He scowled with a frown of terrible malignity. But Rhoda well knew that his wrath was not directed against 杭州三通夜网 her. She stood trembling and pale before him, whilst he spoke more harsh and bitter words against all the family of the Erringtons than she had ever heard him utter on that score. He dropped, too, for the first time in her hearing, a hint that he had some power over Algernon, and would use it to his detriment. Rhoda mustered courage to ask him for an explanation of those words. But he merely answered, “No matter. It is no matter. It is not the money. I shall not get it, nor do I greatly heed it. But I can put him to shame publicly, if I am so minded.”

The poor child began to perceive that any display of wounded feeling on her part, of reluctance to meet Algernon and his wife, of being in any degree crushed and dispirited, would inflame her father’s wrath against that family. And, although she had only the vaguest notions as to 杭州桑拿耍耍网 what he could or could not do to spite them, she had a hundred reasons for wishing to mitigate his animosity.

So, with the gentle cunning that belonged to her nature, at once timid and persistent, she began to unsay what she had said, and to try to efface the impression which her first refusal had made upon her father.

“I—I have been thinking that you are right, father, in saying it will be best for me to go to Ivy Lodge. You know Mrs. Errington has always been good to me, and it would please her, perhaps. And—and, after all, why should I be afraid of going there?”

“Afraid of going there!” echoed old Max, with sternly-set jaw and puckered brow. “Why, indeed, should you be afraid? There’s some as have reason to be afraid, but not my daughter—not Miss Maxfield. Afraid!”

“Perhaps people might think it strange if I did not go?”

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“Well, no matter for that. But if you, father, think it well that I should go——”

“You shall go in a carriage from the ‘Blue Bell’ inn. And Sally shall accompany you and bring you back. And see that you are properly attired. I would have you wear your best garments. You shall not be shamed before that yellow-faced woman. I don’t believe she has a better gown to her back than the one I bought you to wear at Dr. Bodkin’s.”

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