“Morning, Mom. . . She kissed him on the bridge of his nose. ‘Why did you bring him? I hate him. She told you —the truth. ” She gasped. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’ ‘Certainly I was following. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. She had begun alone.
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