“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. These were yarns! As he was about to slip the manuscripts into the envelope, something caught his eye: by Howard Spurlock. John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together. Pig? By George, every one of them looks like the other; and yet each one attacks the source of supply with a squeal and an oof that's entirely different from his brothers' and sisters'. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe.
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