“Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. “Where am I?” he muttered. She wondered when her tormentors would simply lose interest now that Katy had been discovered and suspended. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. . As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again.
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