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“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. " This went on for ten days. ” She grinned. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. He deserves none. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. “I do not think that he is quite dead. “You propose, then,” she remarked, “that I shall still be saddled with a pseudo husband. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. " "But what, in God's name, possessed you? You have already wrecked your own life and now you've wrecked hers. Manning, in his entirely different dialect, indorsed her brother Roddy’s view of things. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. She felt she had to go on. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. " Silence.
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