“What is the good of pretending?” she said. "And now," cried Jack, leaping up, "for an achievement, compared with which
all I have yet done shall be as nothing!"
CHAPTER XVII. “She has always worked very long hours as a real
estate agent. ’
He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked
her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from 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. I would have married her long ago, but she will not have
me. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with
him. Of course I ought to have some lights over the saloon; but by leaving all
the cabin doors open in the daytime, there's plenty of daylight. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note
addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. "Is it wrong, then, to surrender to good
impulses?"
"In the present instance, yes.
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