In all her life no living thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. His face was white. . Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. “It rests with them by the nature of things. She also knew that he was the type who would not make a single physical overture until she pushed the correct buttons. “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. ?” she asked. ’ She bit her lip and thought deeply.
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