The Widow and her Child II. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. I've just left your nephew. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. It wailed at Lucy, chubby arms reaching towards her, pleading. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. “How can you know?” “I think—perhaps I am rather a cold-blooded person. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. But of what avail is this? You have no execution, no finish. “So long as I am your father, so long as your life is entrusted to my care, I feel bound by every obligation to use my authority to check this odd disposition of yours toward extravagant enterprises.
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