Sheppard. ” She
patted his arm and wiped her tears away. ”
“The school orchestra?”
“Nope. 1. She held out her arms to him and smiled. Teenagers buzzed about her newly discovered
talent for the violin in the same sentences as they
gossiped about her torrid police scandal and a lost mother
who remained in the deep shadows of murder mystery. “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. ” Cathy insisted. Chapter XXVIII
THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE”
There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the
gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man
again.
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