You
surprise me. I wonder you have not more spirit. If Mr Jonas didn't care
for you, how could you wish to have him?'
'I wish to have him!' exclaimed Cherry. 'I wish to have him, Pa!'
'Then what are you making all this piece of work for,' retorted her
father, 'if you didn't wish to have him?'
'Because I was treated with duplicity,' said Cherry; 'and because my own
sister and my own father conspired against me. I am not angry with HER,'
said Cherry; looking much more angry than ever. 'I pity her. I'm sorry
for her. I know the fate that's in store for her, with that Wretch.'
'Mr Jonas will survive your calling him a wretch, my child, I dare say,'
said Mr Pecksniff, with returning resignation; 'but call him what you
like and make an end of it.'
'Not an end, Pa,' said Charity. 'No, not an end. That's not the only
point on which we're not agreed. I won't submit to it. It's better you
should know that at once. No; I won't submit to it indeed, Pa! I am
not quite a fool, and I am not blind. All I have got to say is, I won't
submit to it.'
Whatever she meant, she shook Mr Pecksniff now; for his lame attempt to
seem composed was melancholy in the last degree.
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