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The lady handled her tetting pins, which were in her fingers, for a moment or two in silence; then let them fall, and raised her handsome head. "Daisy must be withdrawn entirely from the associations which have taken possession of her if it is possible. The very best thing for her in my opinion would be to send her to a boarding school.
The lady handled her tetting- pins, which were in her fingers, for a moment or two in silence; then let them fall, and raised her handsome head. "Daisy must be withdrawn entirely from the associations which have taken possession of her if it is possible.
"I do not think we shall quarrel," she remarked. "But if we do, Daisy, I shall know how to bear my part of it." She turned carelessly to her tetting again, and Daisy lay still; quiet and self-controlled, it was all she could do. She could hardly bear to watch her mother at her work; the thought of "quarrels" between them was so inevitable and so dreadful.
The lady looked on, with what seemed a doubtful eye. Nobody watched it. Her husband's eyes were often closed; Daisy's little head lay on his breast, quiet enough, unless when she moved it to give soft noiseless kisses to her father's cheek. They remained so a good while, with scarce any word spoken; and Mrs. Randolph was busy at her tetting. The light faded; the evening drew on.
The lady looked on, with what seemed a doubtful eye. Nobody watched it. Her husband's eyes were often closed; Daisy's little head lay on his breast, quiet enough, unless when she moved it to give soft noiseless kisses to her father's cheek. They remained so a good while, with scarce any word spoken; and Mrs. Randolph was busy at her tetting. The light faded; the evening drew on.
Randolph kissed the trembling mouth again. "I do not think we shall quarrel," she remarked. "But if we do, Daisy, I shall know how to bear my part of it." She turned carelessly to her tetting again, and Daisy lay still; quiet and self-controlled, it was all she could do.
"Can it be that you have a taste for low society, Daisy?" Mrs. Randolph had been asking questions calmly while going on with her tetting work; at this one she raised her eyes and bent them full, with steady cold inquiry, on Daisy's face. Daisy looked a little troubled. "No, mamma I do not think I have." "Is not this child very rude and ill-mannered?" "Yes, ma'am, but "
With the struggle that had been, and the new knowledge that more struggles in the future were not impossible, the consciousness of her mother's power over her had a new effect. Mrs. Randolph sat down and took out her tetting work; but she only did a few stitches. "What child was that I met running from the house as I came up?" she asked, a little to Daisy's discomfiture.
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