The Clique of Gold by Émile Gaboriau
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Shocked at what he was going to add, he stopped; but Henrietta said
boldly,-- "To ours, you mean,--to ours? Yes, so I understood it; and that was my reason for sending for you to advise me." Poor fellow! She was asking him to seal his fate. "I think you ought to consent!" he stammered out. She rose, trembling with indignation, and replied,-- "Never, never!" Daniel was overcome by this sudden shock. Never. He saw all his hopes dashed in an instant, his life's happiness destroyed forever, Henrietta lost to him. But the very imminence of the danger restored to him his energy. He mastered his grief, and said in an almost calm voice,-- "I beseech you, let me explain to you why I advised you so. Believe me, your father does not want your consent at all. You cannot do without his consent; but he can marry without asking you for yours. There is no law which authorizes children to oppose the follies of their parents. What your father wants is your silent approval, the certainty that his new wife will be kindly received. If you refuse, he will go on, nevertheless, and not mind your objections." "Oh!" "I am, unfortunately, but too sure of that. If he spoke to you of his |
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