20/22 'He never loved me; he never loved Wackford, who is next door but one to a cherubim. How can you expect that he'll love his father? He don't know what it is to have a father. He don't understand it. It an't in him.' Mr Snawley looked steadfastly at his son for a full minute, and then covering his eyes with his hand, and once more raising his hat in the air, appeared deeply occupied in deploring his black ingratitude. |