Cathy sighed. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. The telegram dispatched, his obligation cancelled, Ah Cum proceeded homeward, chuckling occasionally.
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