“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. Then she goes to a dramatic agent. But the Ramage affair needed clearing up, of course; it was a flaw upon that
project. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less
assurance than the woollen-draper. She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful.
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