And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. He told her something about music, the great world outside. Brendon was silent. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts.
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