” “It is a conspiracy,” she exclaimed. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and in another moment the dining-room door was flung open. She had been so young then. Of course there were goats. Kneebone helped to the pigeon-pie; while Thames unwired and uncorked a bottle of stout Carnarvonshire ale. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’ after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the railway station. . She were that miserable.
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