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I suppose you're right. Stealing bread for your children isn't the same as stealing gold. That still doesn't make it a good or respectable thing to do, but the intentions are different.
Your father was a wastrel, so of course you'd say that about him. My father doesn't lie, and he's hardly ever mistaken about anything. Nobody is perfect, but I respect him and I admire him very much.
I was going to make them. Then someone told me that if it worked, and I made them send me home, they might put my cousin in prison for it after I was gone. She's here, and she's one of those soft-hearted proper ladies, and her health is delicate. It'd kill her if they did that. Sometimes you have to think about people other than yourself.
He died at school. Sometimes boys duel each other, for practice. It went wrong, and this boy Prewett hit his head on a stone wall and it killed him. He'd been duelling one of the seniors, and usually if you duel someone younger or weaker than you you're supposed to make it fair and sporting. He didn't mean to kill him, it was an accident. Although my brother said that maybe it wasn't because their families It was horrid. There was blood everywhere.
Does that mean that it doesn't bother you to see it, because you've seen it so often?