"I can't help Dr. Sandford. He is your guardian. You must not
go again with Thorold!"
"Did you ever know _him_ cowardly?" I asked.
I was sure that Preston coloured; whether with any feeling
beside anger I could not make out; but the anger was certain.
"What do you know about it?" he asked.
"What do you?" I rejoined. But Preston changed more and more.
"Daisy, promise me you will not have anything to do with these
fellows. You are too good to dance with them. There are plenty
of Southern people here now, and lots of Southern cadets."
"Mr. Caxton is one," I said. "I don't like him."
"He is of an excellent Georgia family," said Preston.
"I cannot help that. He is neither gentlemanly in his habits,
nor true in his speech."
Preston hereupon broke out into an untempered abuse of
Northern things in general and Northern cadets in particular,
mingled with a repetition of his demands upon me. At length I
turned from him.
"This is very tiresome, Preston," I said; "and this side of
the house is very warm.
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