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Ralph replied
promptly,--
"Yes, I do. What would you ask?"
The girl appeared powerless to proceed. She tried to speak and
stopped, withdrawing her words and framing them afresh, as though
fearful of the bluntness of her own inquiry. Her companion perceived
her distress, and coming to her relief with a cheerier tone, he
said,--
"Don't fear to ask, Rotha. I think I can guess your question. You want
to know if--"
"Ralph," the girl broke in hurriedly--she could better bear to say the
word herself than to hear him say it--"Ralph, he is my father, and
that has been enough. I could not love him the less whatever might
happen. I have never asked him--anything. He is my father, and though
he be--whatever he may be--he is my father _still_, you know. But,
Ralph, tell me--you say I can bear it--and I can--I feel I can
now--tell me, Ralph, _was_ it poor father after all?"
Rotha had stopped and covered up her face in her hands. Ralph stopped
too. His voice was deep and thick as he answered slowly,--
"No, Rotha, it was not.


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