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"Say that again, young one," she demanded imperatively. "Make it good and plain this time.","Nothin' else," retorted the tramp sullenly. "My father was black, an' my mother she was white; an' they weren't married. I was brought up in Battersea parish, so I took that name, I did, not havin' any right to another name.",Patricia, Hannah Ann, and the Haldens met on the blue rug, and Patricia was the first to find her voice.,"Can we force her by threats to give evidence?" said Jen, angrily.,"Upon my word, David," said Jen, seeing that Maurice could hardly speak for rage, "you go too far. The girl loves Maurice and not you; and it would be much more honorable for you not to press your suit.","Not for certain; but I can guess. Now, Uncle Jen, I shan't answer another question just now, as I must go into Deanminster.","Not at all," rejoined Jen, coldly. "I can understand her reason for telling the lie. She wanted to shield--","Yes, and I honor you for it," said Jen, kissing her hand. "But tell me one thing. Why did you make that midnight visit?","You ought to be ashamed of yourself, David Carson!" she cried, her big gray eyes alight and a pretty flush on her cheeks. "You'll simply kill yourself some day, that's what you'll do! Why can't you wait till it stops?","But Jaggard?" asked David, rising stiffly from his chair.,"And poor!" finished Etwald.,He very far from kissed the hand; he held it just long enough to turn me round into the light and give me one long looking-over from head to feet..