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CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER IV. MARJORY paused again at her father's door. After hesitating in the original way she entered the library. Her father almost represented an emblematic figure, seated upon a column of books. " Well," he cried. Then, seeing it was Marjory, he changed his tone. " Ah, under the circumstances, my dear, I admit your privilege of interrupting me at any hour of the day. You have important business with me." His manner was satanically indulgent. The girl fingered a book. She turned the leaves in absolute semblance of a person reading. "Rufus Coleman called." "Indeed," said the professor. "And I've come to you, father, before seeing him." The professor was silent for a time. " Well, Marjory," he said at last, "what do you want me to say?" He spoke very deliberately. " I am sure this i
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