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"My dear Mrs. Dallas," he said, in a soft voice, "you must have seen for a long time that my visits here have not been made without an object. To-day I come to ask you and your sweet daughter a question." Maurice, whose nerves were proof against such fantasies, laughed disbelievingly. "But what does she mean by it. Uncle Jen? Didn't you wish me to marry Isabella?".
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Patricia played with the handle of the great glittering brass amphora that stood by the low stool where she sat. Her face was puzzled though not disquiet. Patricia shook her head decisively. "I have, and to Mrs. Dallas, who declines to sanction our engagement. She wants Isabella to marry David, and said--" Evidently it was impossible to extract information from so impenetrable a man. Jen was thoroughly enraged by this display of obstinacy in a quarter where he least expected to find it. Usually sweet-tempered--especially toward his boys--the major quite lost control of his passion at the moment..
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