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“I’m not the Devil. You don’t understand the fix I
am in. "
Exclamations of wonder burst from all. "
"Are they good?"
"He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about. “I knew of course that you were at
the Montressor’s, but I had no idea that it was a music hall party afterwards. “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. ’
‘What of your grandfather?’
Her lips parted in surprise. Third
period was Art, where they sat side by side at a table and
carved linoleum for block prints together.
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