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as she stated the affair,—or a different impulse in her, as my father would have it—wished her to take a peep at them through the key-hole.
"Call it, my dear, by its right name, quoth my father, and look through the key-hole as long as you will."
Nothing but the fermentation of that little subacid humour, which I have often spoken of, in my father's habit, could have vented such an insinuation—he was however frank and generous in his nature, and at all times open to conviction; so that he had scarce got to the last word of this ungracious retort, when his conscience smote him.
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