” “Girls!” cried Ann Veronica. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. Gerald tried it. She breathed deeply, and he breathed sympathetically. It might prove rewarding. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag.
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