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“Guess who I’m going out with?” Michelle asked her one day at lunch. Martin said “Hi” to her in the halls every day now, a sure sign of trouble. \"Sure. ‘That’s right. I merely mention these circumstances to show the accuracy of my information. “My dear sweet Lucia. “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. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. He was not used to not getting his way. "However, I'll refresh your memory.
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