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"May I take your arm?"
He offered it with a worse.
She laid her hand lightly on it, and it shuddered at her touch. He felt
like walking with a velvet tigress.
By some instinct she divined his sentiment, and found her task more
difficult than she had thought; she took some steps in silence. At last,
as he was no dissembler, he burst out passionately, "Why are you my
enemy?"
"I am not your enemy," said she quietly.
"Not openly, but all the more dangerous. You keep us apart, you bid her
be gay and forget me; you are a cruel, hard-hearted lady."
"No, I am not, sir," said Mrs. Dodd simply.
"Oh! I believe you are good and kind to all the rest of the world; but
you know you have a heart of iron for me."
"I am my daughter's friend, but not your enemy; it is you who are too
inexperienced to know how delicate, how difficult, my duties are. It is
only since last night I see my way clear; and, look, I come at once to
you with friendly intentions. Suppose I were as impetuous as you are? I
should, perhaps, be calling you ungrateful."
He retorted bitterly.


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