You remember about a week ago, when we--ah--had that little talk in the music room-- ?" "Don't, father, please!" she begged, raising one strong, brown hand.
"Don't bring that up again.

It's all over and done with, that matter is.
I beg you, don't re-open it!" "I--you misunderstand me, my dear child," said Flint, trying to smile, but only flashing his gold tooth.

"At that time I told you I was looking for, and would reward, if found, the--er--man who had been so brave and quick-witted as to rescue you.

You remember ?" "Really, father, I beg you not to--" "Why not, pray ?" requested Flint, gazing at her through his pince-nez.
"My intentions, I assure you, were most honest and philanthropic.

If I had found him--_then_--I'd have given him--" "Oh, but he wouldn't have taken anything, you see!" the girl interrupted, with some spirit.