"
"How strange," said she musingly, "that father and daughter should draw
such different conclusions from the same premises. The very thought of
that young man sinks the heart within me. I beg, once for all, that you
will never mention his name to me on this subject, and in this light,
again. It is not that I hate him--I trust I hate nobody--but I feel an
antipathy against him; and what is more, I feel a kind of terror when I
even think of him; and an oppression, for which I cannot account, whilst
I am in his society."
"This is very strange, Alice," replied her father; "and, I am afraid,
rather foolish, too. There is nothing in his face, person, manner, or
conversation that, in my opinion, is not calculated to attract any young
woman in his own rank of life--at least, I think so."
"Well, but the poor child," said her mother, "knows nothing about
love--how could she? Sure, my dear Alley, true love never begins until
after marriage. You don't know what a dislike I had to your father,
there, whilst our friends on both sides were making up the courtship.
They literally dragged me into it.
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