Her mind wandered back to that fateful day. She thought of leaving the Beck
house less and less these days, though the suitcase
remained packed underneath her creaky bed. She felt he was
going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. So I asks the maid a few questions like, and it
seems it ain’t Mister Charvill they’re going to visit again, but General Charvill. \"Well, to tell you the truth, John Diedermayer. Ann
Veronica was apologetic to the bottom of her soul. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the
horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t
remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. He wouldn’t like it if people did
it to him. He was standing
by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was
packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small
casket from him. He could think about it
later. ‘The whole town is talking. ”
“My dear young lady,” the official said irritably, “this man would not have your
name and address in his pocket without an object.
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