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A WIDOWER AND HIS DAUGHTER his feeling about the child had been negative from her birth.he had never conceived an aversion to her ;it had not been in his nature.she had never been a positively disagreeable object to him.but now he was ill at ease with her.she troubled his peace. He would have preferred to put the idea of her aside altogether, of he had known how. When little Florence timidly presented herself. mr domdey stopped his pacing up and down, and looked towards her. had he looked with greater interest, and with a father’s eye, he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate.Desire to run clinging to him, crying. As she hid her face in her embrace.”oh,father, try to love me! There’s no one else!” ,the dread of the repulse; the fear of being too bold, and of offending him; the pitiable need in which she stood of some assurance and encouragement; and how her overcharged young heart was wandering to find some natural resting place for its sorrow and affection. But he saw nothing of this. He saw her pause irresolutely at the door, and look towards him; and he saw no more. “come in,” he said, “come in. what is the child afraid of?” She came in, and, after glancing round her for a moment with an uncertain air stood pressing her small hands together, close within the door.“come here, Florence”, said her father coldly. “have you nothing to say to me?” The tears that stood in her eyes, as she raised them quickly to his face, were frozen by the expression it wore. She looked down again, and put out her trembling hand. Mr dombey took it loosely in his own, and stood looking down upon her for a moment as if he knew as little as the child what to say or do.“there! be a good girl” ,he said, patting her on the head, and regarding her as it were by stealth with a disturbed and doubtful look. “go to your nurse! Go”