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"No. I won't have it. It's too serious to leave."
His father's voice was sharper suddenly.
"Well, we won't talk about it just now, Martin, if you don't mind."
"But I must. You can't leave a thing like that. Thurston will simply
own the place . . ."
"I tell you, Martin, to leave it alone." They were both angry now.
"And I tell you, father, that if you let Thurston marry Amy I leave
the house and never come back again."
"Isn't that rather selfish of you? You've been away all these years.
You've left us to ourselves. You come back suddenly without seeing
how we live or caring and then you dictate to us what we're to do.
How can you expect us to listen?"
"And how can you expect me to stay?" Martin broke into a torrent of
words: "I'm miserable here and you know that I am. Mother and Amy
hate me and you're always wrapped up in your religion. What kind of
a place is it for a fellow? I came back meaning that you and I
should be the best pals father and son have ever been, but you
wouldn't come out with me--you only wanted to drag me in. You tell
me always to wait for something. To wait for what? I don't know.
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