‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. Wild himself if I met him," retorted Jack. His hug became an embrace. She could not help thinking of Capes. Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. “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. But his grief was of short duration.
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