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may overhear my talk who intercept my letters. I say this poor girl
has been shamefully used, and I will do my best to right her; I will."
The door of the neighboring room opened and Laura came forth with pale
and stern face. She looked at Pen with glances from which beamed
pride, defiance, aversion. "Arthur, your mother is very ill," she
said; "it is a pity that you should speak so loud as to disturb her."
"It is a pity that I should have been obliged to speak at all," Pen
answered. "And I have more to say before I have done."
"I should think what you have to say will hardly be fit for me to
hear," Laura said, haughtily.
"You are welcome to hear it or not, as you like," said Mr. Pen. "I
shall go in now and speak to my mother."
Laura came rapidly forward, so that she should not be overheard by her
friend within. "Not now, sir," she said to Pen. "You may kill her if
you do. Your conduct has gone far enough to make her wretched."
"What conduct?" cried out Pen, in a fury.


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