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But I
am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better
said. “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. "
"Mr. ”
“But it is too late,” she declared. But at least it gave her
more time. “I saw you go into that
place, and I have been waiting for you ever since. She gasped with pain, but she did not release her grip. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask
him who they were. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal,
then. ”
“Then you had better ring the bell,” she declared, laughing. Once
upon a time she and Roddy had descended thence by the drain-pipe.
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