Down there, whisky raises the very
devil with white men. When the lad is fit to be moved,
we’ll bring him home. \"Today's Friday, isn't it?\" Lucy remembered. “Please forgive me, Lucy. “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. This is not what I want. . She thought she
had hidden well from him. ‘Then he went stark staring crazy, if you ask me. You’ve
got to take what you can get.
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