What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. " Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,—for the stout prizefighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,—and the procession again set forward. She closed her eyes, discerning the divinations he had been up to during her violin concert. “When we go indoors I will show you the offers I have refused,” she answered. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home.
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