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But they been good to me, they have, sir. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. The hotel manager was expostulating and Ah Cum was replying by a series of expressive shrugs. “Leave them!” He yelled. “He has asked to see some one,” he whispered to the doctor. I had a perfect shoal of callers. ’ Gerald eyed her. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. It was a haunted place. They went to the gate and stopped there, gabbed with their men, and didn’t even dismount. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. ’ Melusine shrugged. “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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