"So I did," retorted Mrs. ” She said, ignoring the absurdity of her own statement. Part 3 The call Ann Veronica paid with her aunt that afternoon had at first much the same relation to the Widgett conversation that a plaster statue of Mr. “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. We are both graduates of Yale. Spurlock knew that somewhere along the way he would write a story worth while. I admit it. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. My friend the doctor suspected it, and so do I. Hurry.
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