I wonder you can speak with such levity about my daughter. I have always treated yours with proper respect.' 'You called them a pair of turnip-headed swabs once, when they were still in long clothes.' 'For shame, Jack: a hissing shame upon you. Those were your very own words when you showed them to me at Ashgrove before our voyage to the Mauritius. Your soul to the Devil.' 'Well, perhaps they were. Yes: you are quite right – I remember now – you warned me not to toss them into the air, as being bad for the intellects. I beg pardon.
by Patrick O'Brian
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In this passage, a conversation unfolds where one character expresses disbelief at the other’s casual attitude toward his daughter, insisting that he has always treated the other's child with respect. The first character then recalls a previous conversation where he insulted the other’s children, referring to them derogatorily as "turnip-headed swabs." This exchange sparks a moment of self-reflection and embarrassment for the second character, who now acknowledges his past remarks. The exchange highlights themes of friendship, respect, and the tension that can arise from familial pride. As the characters revisit their prior insults and missteps, it illustrates how relationships can be strained by past actions but can also lead to moments of reconciliation and humor. The passage captures the complexity of their friendship, with humor woven into their acknowledgment of past wrongs.

In this passage, a conversation unfolds where one character expresses disbelief at the other’s casual attitude toward his daughter, insisting that he has always treated the other's child with respect. The first character then recalls a previous conversation where he insulted the other’s children, referring to them derogatorily as "turnip-headed swabs." This exchange sparks a moment of self-reflection and embarrassment for the second character, who now acknowledges his past remarks.

The exchange highlights themes of friendship, respect, and the tension that can arise from familial pride. As the characters revisit their prior insults and missteps, it illustrates how relationships can be strained by past actions but can also lead to moments of reconciliation and humor. The passage captures the complexity of their friendship, with humor woven into their acknowledgment of past wrongs.

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