Surely it was a dream. She wedged the towel between her
legs. Ennison with my sister last night. “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. But I'm thinking of asking Josh Durkin. It
was a face that matched her body, so pure and beautiful
that any man would have killed for her. "Something is
sure to arise in the course of the investigation, of which I can take advantage. “Bring any new songs you may have. Long before religion and Society heard of Doubt, girls were all for
midnight coaches and Gretna Green. ”
They went on for a time without another word. For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away. "You were watched to-night by Blueskin.
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