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Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. "I must tell you," she was saying. “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. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. I won’t try. “I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you. Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black!” “Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live 210 in such a house. Slowly and ruefully she realized why marriage was so idealized among her generations of those before her. It’s well hidden, miss. Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixed upon the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarked more leisurely. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling.
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