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Wakem darted a glance of fierce question at his son; but Philip was not looking at him,Alexander Steen Tröjor, and with a certain penitent consciousness went on, in a few moments, as if in amplification of his last words —
“Find a single person in St. Ogg’s who will not tell you that a beautiful creature like her would be throwing herself away on a pitiable object like me.”
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“Well, then,” said Wakem, rather brutally, trying to recover his previous position, “if she doesn’t care for you, you might have spared yourself the trouble of talking to me about her, and you might have spared me the trouble of refusing my consent to what was never likely to happen.”
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