Day before, send round to each to borrow a shirt. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. Her
father was holding her waist, smiling. ”
They returned to the Beck house and he walked her to
the front door. He had adroitly captured her and led her away from her other
guests on the pretext of feigning an interest in her charitable attitude to the newly
arrived French. “I’m so glad you’re here, Peter,” she said. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big
house at the end of the Avenue. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters.
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