"
The straight lines in the old man's face seemed to grow deeper and
more rigid, and his eyes shone with the chill glitter of steel.
Richard, not daring to say a word more, awaited his reply in
intense agitation.
"So!" he exclaimed at last, "this is the way thee's repaid me! I
didn't expect THIS from thee! Has thee spoken to her?"
"I have."
"Thee has, has thee? And I suppose thee's persuaded her to think
as thee does. Thee'd better never have come here. When I want to
lose my daughter, and can't find anybody else for her, I'll let
thee know."
"What have you against me, Friend Mitchenor?" Richard sadly asked,
forgetting, in his excitement, the Quaker speech he had learned.
"Thee needn't use compliments now! Asenath shall be a Friend while
_I_ live; thy fine clothes and merry-makings and vanities are not
for her. Thee belongs to the world, and thee may choose one of the
world's women."
"Never!" protested Richard; but Friend Mitchenor was already
ascending the garden-steps on his way to the house.
The young man, utterly overwhelmed, wandered to the nearest
grove and threw himself on the ground.
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