asked her grandfather again , `` dressed up in that indecent manner and talking and twisting to yourself ? '' Joscelyn 's face , that had grown pale , flamed scarlet again . She lifted her head proudly . `` I was trying Aunt Annice 's part in her new play , '' she answered . `` I have not been doing anything wrong , Grandfather . '' `` Wrong ! It 's your mother 's blood coming out in you , girl , in spite of all our care ! Where did you get that play ? '' `` Aunt Annice sent it to me , '' answered Joscelyn , casting a quick glance at the book on the table . Then , when her grandfather picked it up gingerly , as if he feared contamination , she added quickly , `` Oh , give it to me , please , Grandfather . Do n't take it away . '' `` I am going to burn it , '' said Cyrus Morgan sternly . `` Oh , do n't , Grandfather , '' cried Joscelyn , with a sob in her voice . `` Do n't burn it , please . I ... I ... wo n't practise out of it any more . I 'm sorry I 've displeased you . Please give me my book . '' `` No , '' was the stern reply . `` Go to your room , girl , and take off that rig . There is to be no more play-acting in my house , remember that . ''
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