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"Oh, no, indeed."
"Papa, I AM going with you," said Helen, half-desperately. "I
don't believe I am so troubled for nothing. Perhaps it's a
merciful warning, and I may be of use to you."
"Oh, let her go, father," said his wife. "She had better be with
you than nervously worrying at home. I'll be better satisfied if
she is with you."
"Bundle up well, then, and come along, you silly little girl."
Nichol was too agreeably occupied with his supper to miss Hobart,
who watched in the darkened parlor for the coming of Mr. Kemble.
At last he saw the banker passing through the light streaming from
a shop-window, and also recognized Helen at his side. His ruse in
sending a note purporting to come from the landlord had evidently
failed; and here was a new complication. He was so exhausted in
body and mind that he felt he could not meet the girl now without
giving way utterly. Hastily returning to the room in which were
Nichol and Jackson, he summoned the latter and said,
"Unfortunately, Miss Kemble is coming with her father.


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