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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XXXVII

The paramount right, the high prerogative of love, which he held as strongly as I did, seemed attacked in its liberty divine. For the moment, it was as if he too had in his middle-age gone over to the cold-blooded ranks of harsh parental prudence, despotic paternal rule; as if Ursula March's lover and Maud's father were two distinct beings. One finds it so, often enough, with men.
"John," I said, "could you have done it? could you have broken the child's heart?"
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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XXXVII

Maud looked at her father, and crept closer to him—into his arms.
"I did not mean to be naughty. I will try not to mind losing him. But I liked Lord Ravenel so much—and he was so fond of me."
"Child"—and her father himself could not help smiling at the simplicity of her speech—"it is often easiest to lose those we are fond of and who are fond of us, because, in one sense, we never can really lose them. Nothing in this world, nor, I believe, in any other, can part those who truly and faithfully love."
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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XXXVII

For I was sure this must be the wreck of such a life as womanhood does sometimes sink to—a life, the mere knowledge of which had never yet entered our Maud's pure world.
She seemed surprised, but obeyed me and went in. I stood at the shop-door, watching the increasing crowd, and pitying, with that pity mixed with shame that every honest man must feel towards a degraded woman, the wretched object of their jeers.
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