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It was as much as I could do not to fall on the Reverend Mother's neck,
but I clung to her hand with a convulsive grasp.
"May be so, ma'am, may be no," said my father. "But when you talk about
my sending my daughter to a convent-school I would have you know that
I've been so busy with my business . . ."
"That you haven't had time to take care of the most precious thing God
gave you."
"Ma'am," said my father, rising to his feet, "may I ask what right you
have to speak to me as if . . ."
"The right of one who for ten years has been a mother to your motherless
child, sir, while you have neglected and forgotten her."
At that my father, whose bushy eyebrows were heavily contracted, turned
to the Bishop.
"Bishop," he said, "is this what I've been paying my money for? Ten
years' fees, and middling high ones too, I'm thinking?"
And then the Bishop, apparently hoping to make peace, said suavely:
"But aren't we crossing the river before we reach the bridge? The girl
herself may have no such objections.


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