“Never mind, old chap,” he declared. "
Sir Rowland caught at a chair for support, and passed his hand across his brow,
on which the damp had gathered thickly. ’
You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. Where is he, Sir? Can I see him?"
"No, that you can't," answered Mrs. Book. It penetrated the skin;
benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. “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.
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