When her shock and the headache subsided, and she remembered that she had been reading the letter when Gosse had accosted her, she looked for it in vain. “So is Mr. “My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. " Darrell returned no answer. “Call me Annabel. Then he understood. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. But I’m not a slut either, if that’s what you think.
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