There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. . There was no one else in the doorway. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in their own summer planning that they had no time to interrogate her. Her father for fifteen years, and you now for the rest of her life! Tell her you're a thief. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered.
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