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It slipped out—as did that “she”. Which is C?” Ann Veronica, with a curious sinking of the heart, regarded the black cavities of the vans. “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. Courtlaw,” she remarked. Why do you not go away?’ ‘Yes, do go away,’ begged Gerald. ” “I will tell her,” Anna promised. ” “That’s one of our differences. If the boy had done anything wrong back there in the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull.
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