And forty feuds and forty fathers can't prevent it.
I don't believe in going against the decrees of Providence; a _wise_ Providence." She bit her lip at the corner.

"You must have a little private Providence of your own," she retorted, with something like her old assurance.

"I'm sure mine never hinted at such a--a fate for me.

And one feud is as good as forty, Mr.Carleton.If you are anything like your father, I can easily understand how the feud began.

The Kings and the Carletons are fond of their own way." "Thy way shall be my way," I promised rashly, just because it sounded smart.
"Thank you.