"Look here, my dear, you know," he charmingly said, "when in the world, please, am I going back to school?" Transcribed here the speech sounds harmless enough, particularly as uttered in the sweet, high, casual pipe with which, at all interlocutors, but above all at his eternal governess, he threw off intonations as if he were tossing roses. " She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. He liked to sit near him at the fire, looking up at his dark fierce face. A movement of impatience escaped him.
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