"Not the sort of stories young ladies should read. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face. ’ ‘What young lady?’ demanded a voice from the back of the hall. I've seen many a clever cracksman, but never one like him. I hate children. These amazing infants! Suddenly he came upon the true solution: that the boy hadn't meant to steal whatever it was he had stolen. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept.
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