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'
I
do
n't
care
for
hard
names
,
'
interrupted
Monks
with
a
jeering
laugh
.
'
You
know
the
fact
,
and
that
's
enough
for
me
.
'
'
But
I
also
know
,
'
pursued
the
old
gentleman
,
'
the
misery
,
the
slow
torture
,
the
protracted
anguish
of
that
ill-assorted
union
.
I
know
how
listlessly
and
wearily
each
of
that
wretched
pair
dragged
on
their
heavy
chain
through
a
world
that
was
poisoned
to
them
both
.
I
know
how
cold
formalities
were
succeeded
by
open
taunts
;
how
indifference
gave
place
to
dislike
,
dislike
to
hate
,
and
hate
to
loathing
,
until
at
last
they
wrenched
the
clanking
bond
asunder
,
and
retiring
a
wide
space
apart
,
carried
each
a
galling
fragment
,
of
which
nothing
but
death
could
break
the
rivets
,
to
hide
it
in
new
society
beneath
the
gayest
looks
they
could
assume
.
Your
mother
succeeded
;
she
forgot
it
soon
.
But
it
rusted
and
cankered
at
your
father
's
heart
for
years
.
'
'
Well
,
they
were
separated
,
'
said
Monks
,
'
and
what
of
that
?
'
'
When
they
had
been
separated
for
some
time
,
'
returned
Mr.
Brownlow
,
'
and
your
mother
,
wholly
given
up
to
continental
frivolities
,
had
utterly
forgotten
the
young
husband
ten
good
years
her
junior
,
who
,
with
prospects
blighted
,
lingered
on
at
home
,
he
fell
among
new
friends
.
This
circumstance
,
at
least
,
you
know
already
.
'
'
Not
I
,
'
said
Monks
,
turning
away
his
eyes
and
beating
his
foot
upon
the
ground
,
as
a
man
who
is
determined
to
deny
everything
.
'
Not
I.
'
'
Your
manner
,
no
less
than
your
actions
,
assures
me
that
you
have
never
forgotten
it
,
or
ceased
to
think
of
it
with
bitterness
,
'
returned
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
I
speak
of
fifteen
years
ago
,
when
you
were
not
more
than
eleven
years
old
,
and
your
father
but
one-and-thirty
--
for
he
was
,
I
repeat
,
a
boy
,
when
HIS
father
ordered
him
to
marry
.
Must
I
go
back
to
events
which
cast
a
shade
upon
the
memory
of
your
parent
,
or
will
you
spare
it
,
and
disclose
to
me
the
truth
?
'
'
I
have
nothing
to
disclose
,
'
rejoined
Monks
.
'
You
must
talk
on
if
you
will
.
'
'
These
new
friends
,
then
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
'
were
a
naval
officer
retired
from
active
service
,
whose
wife
had
died
some
half-a-year
before
,
and
left
him
with
two
children
--
there
had
been
more
,
but
,
of
all
their
family
,
happily
but
two
survived
.
They
were
both
daughters
;
one
a
beautiful
creature
of
nineteen
,
and
the
other
a
mere
child
of
two
or
three
years
old
.
'
'
What
's
this
to
me
?
'
asked
Monks
.
