“That’s it,”
she said. We came on here at once. She was gone. He’s just. ’
‘And was not she put out?’ demanded Miss Froxfield with a tinkling laugh. \"Sure, I'd love to borrow some clothes for the night. A mosquito had been trapped
inside and was perfectly preserved for thousands of
years. Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations around the
table. She had never been able to discover where her father had
hidden his shaving mirror. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. “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.
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