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Updated: May 13, 2025
"It is something that we didn't mean to press at all, Mrs. Hasketh, and I won't say anything more. Only, if you care to send any word to him he will be at our house this evening again, and I will give him your message." Hasketh's position. I rose with her, and Hasketh rose too. "Oh, don't go!" Mrs. Hasketh broke out, as if surprised. "You couldn't help coming, and I don't blame you at all.
If I could see her, and she did not cast me off, then I should know where I was. Or, if she did, I should. You understand that." "But, of course, there is another point of view." "My daughter's?" "Mrs. Hasketh's." "I don't care for Mrs. Hasketh. She did what she has done for the child's sake. It was the best thing for the child at the time the only thing; I know that.
She answered from the effort that I could see she was making, to brace herself already for the work before us: "Well, we must do this because we can't help doing it, and because, whatever happens, we had no right to refuse. You must come with me, Basil!" "I? To Mrs. Hasketh's?" "Certainly. I will do the talking, but I shall depend upon your moral support.
He handed my wife another. She read it, and asked, "May Mr. March see it?" Tedham nodded, and I took the little paper in turn. The letter was written in a child's stiff, awkward hand. It was hardly more than a piteous cry of despairing love. The address was Mrs. Hasketh's, in Somerville, and the date was about three months after Tedham's punishment began.
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