To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. “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. This time, there was no doubt, she did not sleep. This farewell had been particularly distasteful to him. ’ He glanced at Roding. ‘Comment? What do you say?’ Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the uncertainty he saw there. Seemed like he knew so much—more than me, miss. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. But at least it gave her more time. ” She glanced into his blue eyes wearily. " O'Higgins produced his wallet.
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