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"Perhaps not," Philippa laughed. "Still it is a strange thing that I was thinking the same as I was standing talking to him before you came out of the house. He has changed. Do you know, father, he was quite ill-tempered when you asked to have a look at his hand. And fancy you noticing it."
"My dear child, that sort of thing is second nature to me. As a doctor, one notices many things. Still, it is no business of mine. I thought, at one time, that you and Farrell were going to make a match of it. But I am glad you didn't, very glad indeed, though I hadn't a word to say against the man then. I understand he is making a big practice for himself, and getting on famously. But I am glad, yes, I am glad you didn't marry him."