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The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain

CHAPTER VII
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Have you not sought my confidence by a series of false pretences, and a relation of circumstances that were utterly without foundation?
All this, however, though inexpressibly painful to me as your daughter, I could overlook without one word of reply; but I never will allow you to cast foul and cowardly reproach upon the memory of the best of mothers--upon the memory of a wife of whom, father, you were unworthy, and whom, to my own knowledge, your harshness and severity hurried into a premature grave.
Oh, never did woman pay so dreadful a penalty for suffering herself to be forced into marriage with a man she could not love, and who was unworthy of her affection! That, sir, was the only action of her life in which her daughter cannot, will not, imitate her." She rose to retire, but her father, now having relapsed into all his dark vehemence of temper, exclaimed-- "Now mark me, madam, before you go.

I say you shall sleep under lock and key this night.

I tell you that I shall use the most rigorous measures with you, the severest, the harshest, that I can devise, or I shall I break that stubborn will of yours.

Do not imagine for one moment that you shall overcome me, or triumph in your disobedience.

No, sooner than you should, I would break your spirit--I would break your heart" "Be it so, sir.


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