The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is true. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. Jack fell on his knees beside her. “I know. . . ” The money would be available in the afternoon, and she would send him four five-pound notes. ‘Étes-vous Francais?’ Her eyes, he noted, followed from himself to Hilary and back again, but she did not speak. He, who had faced the gale, would have been instantly stifled. “I’ll run, too,” she volunteered.
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