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. White looked mysteriously about the room as though to be sure that no one was listening. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. “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. Retract your words instantly, or take the consequences. " "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. ” John gave her a tour of the expansive house, which had a pool in the backyard and gorgeous gardens that she could tell that Carol Diedermayer did not have a great deal to do with. Her head swam. " "I don't care for that," replied Jack.
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