But they appeared less concerned with it, than those who had left it behind. “Well, my daughter,” said Mr. Donne, embracing Anna in a conventional but ironic manner, and introducing these qualities into his speech; “so we are united once again. A family roof will continue to hold us together.” “As the necessary amount of thought and effort has come first,” said Anna, with blunt readiness. Bernard strolled into the hall and confronted rather than met his father. “Well, Bernard,” said the latter, in the same tone. “Well, Father,” said Bernard, as though he found the filial term unsuitable but hard to avoid. Benjamin Donne was a short, thickly-built man of sixty, with black hair that was not so much varied as confused by streaks of white; round, hazel eyes like his daughter’s, but of a darker shade, and set in a network of wrinkles from which hers might always be free; a nose that overshadowed and almost distorted his face; sudden, uncontrolled movements, and an expression rendered enigmatic both by nature and himself.
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