"From Mr. ”
“They know you better,” he declared. ”
“Ugh! That poor girl! What a horrible guy! Did he?”
“Yeah, it was his. ”
An immense gulf seemed to open between father and daughter as he said these
words. Things hung
for a moment in an awkward silence. Figg," said Jack. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. ”
It occurred to her that she had never seen her father dining out before, never
watched him critically as an equal. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself. The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is
true. “You heard no pistol-shot?”
“None.
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