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It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came
into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. ‘What do you want with me? Why did you catch me?’
‘You intrigue me,’ he told her frankly. He filled the rôle of comrade which Spurlock dared not
enact, at least not utterly as he would have liked. ’
‘Pah! You can never be Valade. “I had a dream in the night,”
she said. Gracious, there’s the gong. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with
some man?”
“What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad
as to go off alone?”
“After—after what had happened the night before?”
“Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face
as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the
very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and
there, sure enough, was yours.
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