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“Jack, I am ashamed of you.”
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“Silly old doll.”
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“Why can’t we go to the pantomime?”
“Go into the nursery, dear, and don’t grumble.”
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The sight damped the glow on Murchison’s face.
“Hallo, what’s the matter?” and the anxious lines came back in his forehead.
“Nothing, dear, nothing.”
“Why, little one, what is it?”
Catherine surrendered her place to him. Murchison’s arms went round the child. Gwen, though struggling to be brave, broke out again into uncontrollable and helpless weeping.
“I—I’s tired, father.”
“Tired! there, there! You must not cry like this,” and the big man’s face was a study in troubled
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He looked at his wife.
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Husband and wife looked at each other.
“Tired, little one, eh?”
“Yes, very tired.”
She lay with her head on her father’s shoulder, looking with large, languid eyes up into his face.
“By-bye time for little girls who are going to see ‘Puss in Boots’ to-morrow.”
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“Yes, oh yes.”