The Illegal Marriage — page 63: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE, a9) rascally preacher. I never knew one of them yet who turned out well.” “Father! don’t say that. Itis wicked. You are wrong, believe me. Iam sure he is good; and you know his father is a good and holy man.” “Holy thief! holy hypocrite! I know him. I’ve known him for five-and-twenty years, ever since— since——” For a moment old Morgan’s mind wandered away from his daughter, and he thought of the young girl who would have been his had not this man come between him and her. “Confound him!” he muttered, presently, between his teeth. “I’ll have nothing to do with any of them.” His voice was now raised toa high key, and his frame was violently shaking with subdued passion. With another curse he gave Cecy a push as he sprang to his feet, overturning the tea-table with its load of delicate china. For a long time he paced up and down the hall, swinging his arms, stamping, screaming and cursing at the Guerrys. Cecy sat, as if stunned, where she had partially risen from the floor, until the old mamma came to her. With caressing words the faithful servant led her young mistress from the room, and came back to gather up the china wrecks—china which Cecy had sent home from Paris two years before. For some time Cecy lay upon the sofa weeping and trying to find some reason for her father’s anger, and she resolved, come what might, that she would not give him up until some good reason was shown for deeming him unworthy. “T challenge them to doit. I dare them to find one thing against him, I know they cannot,” Comicbooks (Efe)