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"Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. “To Paris! But why? What do you hope to discover there?”
“I do not know,” he answered, “but I am going to see David Courtlaw. “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. “How fortunate I am, Miss Pellissier! All day I have been hoping that I might
run across you. But, whether she likes it or not, I aim to be on hand to get her
out of it. ”
Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing
insane, ignited by what he had already donated. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. “How do you know?”
“Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?”
“YOU don’t know.
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