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"Who is that, Daisy?"
He asked short and coolly, like one who had a right to know;
and then I remembered he had the right. I gave him Miss
Cardigan's name and number.
"Who is she? and who lives with her?"
"Nobody lives with her; she has only her servants."
"What do you know about her then, besides what she has told
you? Excuse me, and please have the grace to satisfy me."
"I know I must," I said half laughing.
"_Must?_"
"You know I must too, Dr. Sandford."
"I don't know it indeed," said he. "I know I must ask; but I
do not know what power can force you to answer."
"Isn't it my duty, Dr. Sandford?"
"Nobody but Daisy Randolph would have asked that question," he
said. "Well, if duty is on my side, I know I am powerful. But,
Daisy, you always used to answer me, in times when there was
no duty in the case."
"I remember," I said, smiling to think of it; "but I was a
child then, Dr. Sandford."
"Oh! — Well, apropos of duty, you may go on about Miss
Cardigan."
"I do not know a great deal to tell.
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