” Miss Stanley turned to her. “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. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue. "Never—never!" The words were scarcely pronounced, when the door was violently thrown open, and two men appeared at it. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. We never started out in any high-browed manner to scandalize and Shelleyfy. ” “I am afraid I have not been very nice,” she said sadly.
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