He did not keep Jerrie from her rightful position as my daughter.

If he had I could never forgive him.

Why, I believe I'd kill him, or any other one who, knowing that Jerrie was my daughter, kept it from me.' He was gesticulating now with both hands, and Jerrie, who had listened wonderingly to the conversation, took hold of them as they were swaying in the air, and said to him softly: 'Father!' The word quieted him, and with a gasp his mind seemed to change at once.
'Maude is very tired,' Jerrie went on; 'perhaps we'd better go now and come again to-morrow.' 'Yes, yes, that's best, child.

I'm not fond of sick rooms, though I must say this is very free from smells,' Arthur replied; then stooping down he kissed Maude again, saying to her as he rose to go: 'Don't worry about your father; he is my brother, and he was kind to Jerry.

I shan't forget that.