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"If that's your theory, it's certainly mine," said the Doctor, with a dry laugh.
"But if I don't obey you, I ought not to live with you—to enjoy your kindness and protection."
This striking argument gave the Doctor a sudden sense of having underestimated his daughter; it seemed even more than worthy of a young woman who had revealed the quality of unaggressive obstinacy. But it displeased him—displeased him deeply, and he signified as much. "That idea is in very bad taste," he said. "Did you get it from Mr. Townsend?"
"Oh no; it's my own!" said Catherine eagerly.
"Keep it to yourself, then," her father answered, more than ever determined she should go to Europe.
