She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the street to the police-station. How did you get your luggage out of the house? Wasn’t it—wasn’t it rather in some respects—rather a lark? It’s one of my regrets for my lost youth. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that.
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