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The explanation I had desired for the morrow I determined to bring about there and then. I went and stood above the old man and looked down upon him.
"Dad," I said, softly, "once before, if you remember, I came to you heart-full of the question that I am now going to put to you again. I was a boy then, and likely you did right in refusing me your confidence. Now I am a man, and, dad, a man whose soul has been badly wounded in its sore struggle with life. "