The Golden Lion of Granpere by Anthony Trollope
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between him and his son,--'Marie, my dear, I take it for--granted--
there is nothing to--to--to interrupt our plans.' 'In what way, uncle?' she asked, merely wanting to gain a moment for thought. 'In any way. In no way. Just say that there is nothing wrong, and that will be sufficient.' She stood silent, not having a word to say to him. 'You know what I mean, Marie. You intend to marry Adrian Urmand?' 'I suppose so,' said Marie in a low whisper. 'Look here, Marie,--if there be any doubt about it, we will part,-- and for ever. You shall never look upon my face again. My honour is pledged,--and yours.' Then he hurried out of the room, down into the kitchen, and without staying there a moment went out into the yard, and walked through to the stables. His passion had been so strong and uncontrollable, that he had been unable to remain with his niece and exact a promise from her. George, when he saw his father go through to the stables, entered the house. He had already made up his mind that he would return at once to Colmar, without waiting to have more angry words. Such words would serve him not at all. But he must if possible see Marie, and he must also tell his stepmother that he was about to depart. He found them both together, and at once, very abruptly, declared that he was to start immediately. 'You have quarrelled with your father, George,' said Madame Voss. |
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