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Anna——”
Again she stopped him, but this time it was not so easy. “They have no plans for us. I am sure
it will be good, John, and I could eat anything. He could remember when
women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. “Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. “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. You saw him? You have been to
Remenham House?’
‘Remenham House? I wish I’d been only to Remenham House. Of Jack Sheppard or the assailants they could not
discover a single trace. It was a habit she had taken from
Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw
attention. "
"Well, Sir," gasped Mrs. I felt as though I had
bandaged eyes.
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