Something had changed her, had hardened her against him, in a moment.

It seemed impossible that there should come such severance between them.

John revolted against it, as against all the other natural laws that visited him harshly.
'What's come to you, my girl ?' he said in a thick voice.

'What's wrong between us, Clara?
Haven't I always done my best for you?
If I was the worst enemy you had, you couldn't look at me crueller.' 'I think it's me that should ask what's come to _you_, father,' she returned with her former self-possession.

'You treat me as if I was a baby.