“He wants to see me fail. He’s letting me make a fool of myself. He’s quite kind about it—but I’m to be the silly prodigal back from the husks. I shall go like a sheep into the shearing-pen.” They looked at each other. “Did that come to you?” “Yes, how—I don’t know. Like catching someone grinning in a mirror—when you were not supposed to be looking. It’s damnable—to feel——” His grandfather got up and reached for his tobacco tin. “Prove people wrong. That’s the only way. Remove that grin. It comes off like a mask—wh…
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