” She agreed. “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. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. Turning now, and running down the terrace. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. He was asleep. ’ ‘I’m coming to that.
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