She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. “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. "Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Hollander, shaking his head in reply;—"very bad —very. Ann Veronica was carried off her intellectual and critical feet by it altogether, and applauded and uttered cries that subsequent reflection failed to endorse. He brought into service all his Oriental bar-room tricks. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. I’m so glad you’re not angry.
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