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"If we take him, I don't mind giving you a share—say a fourth—provided you lend a helping hand. Lucy saw it happen as if in slow motion. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. She had need of a devoted cavalier and Jack had proved eminently valuable. “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.
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