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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Turmoil, a novel"

She
never speaks to that fellow again, and if he tries to telephone her
to-morrow--Here! You tell the help if he calls up to ring off and
say it's my orders. No, you needn't. I'll tell 'em myself."
"Better not," said Bibbs, gently.
His father glared at him.
"It's no good," said Bibbs. "Mother, when you were in love with
father--"
"My goodness!" she cried. "You ain't a-goin' to compare your father
to that--"
"Edith feels about him just what you did about father," said Bibbs.
"And if YOUR father had told you--"
"I won't LISTEN to such silly talk!" she declared, angrily.
"So you're handin' out your advice, are you, Bibbs?" said Sheridan.
"What is it?"
"Let her see him all she wants."
"You're a--" Sheridan gave it up. "I don't know what to call you!"
"Let her see him all she wants," Bibbs repeated, thoughtfully.
"You're up against something too strong for you. If Edith were
a weakling you'd have a chance this way, but she isn't. She's got
a lot of your determination, father, and with what's going on inside
of her she'll beat you. You can't keep her from seeing him, as long
as she feels about him the way she does now.


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