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After partaking of some little refreshment, and changing her attire, Mrs. "
"Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. “You will not even answer
my letters. "
"I'm satisfied with your assurance," replied the carpenter, drily. “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. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired
deferentially. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening
the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. My father has made every possible
inquiry, and offered large rewards; but has not been able to discover the slightest
trace of him. ”
Her passion conquered for a moment her fear. I want to give you
warning that I have set myself to solve it. He ignored her protests in order to pursue some impressive line of his own. Angelina's distress
over these mischances was pathetic.
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