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But I expect him back every minute. “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. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. She made no answer, and for a time he debated some problems with himself. Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth than punctilio demanded. When she got back to her questions again in the monotonous high-road that led up the hill, she found the image of Mr. Presently her aunt sighed deeply and looked at the clock. " "You're agitating yourself unnecessarily, Joan," returned Wood, in a soothing voice. ’ ‘Indeed? Interesting. Maggot.
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