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There were times when she would think that she must have been mistaken, that no trouble was overshadowing her father; these would be when they two were sitting in his study, for then he would seem contented. Surrounded by his books, caressing their bindings, Sir Philip would look carefree again and lighthearted.
"No friends in the world like books," he would tell her. "Look at this fellow in his old leather jacket!"