Gerald would certainly have demanded back his sword. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. I HAD to. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. My garden-close would be a better thing than that. It is no problem. “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. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. ‘That’s wicked, that is. “Now step aside, I have some business to attend to. ’ For a moment or two there was dead silence in the parlour.
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