Please tell Millicent." Then he closed the door behind him, threw himself on his bed, and burst into a passion of tears.

The Squire had been a good father to him, and had made him his friend and companion--a treatment rare indeed at a time when few sons would think of sitting down in their father's presence until told to do so.

Since he had left school, eight years before, they had been very much together.

For the last two or three years Mark had been a good deal out, but in this his father had encouraged him.
"I like to see you make your own friends, Mark, and go your own way," he used to say; "it is as bad for a lad to be tied to his father's coattail as at his mother's apron string.

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