he doctor, bending down over her as they were walking home. “It isn’t like you, Nell, to be censorious. What’s she been doing?–making eyes at young McLean?”
He might have judged better than that, had he reflected an instant. He never yet had thought of his daughter except as a mere child, and he did not mean for an instant to intimate that her growing interest in the young lieutenant was anything more than a “school-girl” fancy. She was old enough, however, to take his thoughtless speech au sérieux, and it hurt her.
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