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” “That is so,” Anna admitted. “You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address, mademoiselle,” he said curtly. With his black and gray hair, his gray-green eyes were a striking contrast and he looked even younger, as if he had been frozen at age thirty-three. I should have known at a glance if it was. “I am too much in earnest,” he answered, “to be able to take this matter lightly. ‘You mean—’ ‘Hilary!’ Lucy turned excited eyes back to Alderley. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. “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. Manning’s proposal of marriage. "Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically.
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