She
meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and
gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. She
thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a
Greyhound ticket that had expired. He could lose himself for hours at a time. But Jack and his companion
were already gone. Very gently indeed, Alderley grasped the handle of the door and stealthily
turned it. "
"I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the
ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my
hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. Every one turned to her in astonishment. “Who do you think cares for your children as you
dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. “It’s—private.
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