“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. From his pale skin and inky hair color it was apparent that his ancestry was half-Hispanic and half-European, perhaps French. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna. F.
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