"What is it you are afraid of?" said Deronda with anxiety.
"That when I am turning at the corner of a street I may meet my father. It seems dreadful that I should be afraid of meeting him. That is my only sorrow," said Mirah, plaintively.
"It is surely not very probable," said Deronda, wishing that it were less so; then, not to let the opportunity escape--"Would it be a great grief to you now if you were never to meet your mother?"

 that I may meet my father in the street. It seems dreadful that I should be afraid of meeting him. That is my only sorrow."
"It is not very probable," said Deronda, wishing that it were less so; then, not to let the opportunity escape- "Would it be a great grief to you if you were never to meet your mother?"
