“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. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. She let out a delighted laugh. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. ’ ‘Will you have done, Gerald?’ demanded Hilary, exasperated. And don't neglect my instructions this time. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. ’ Her features broke apart in a laugh. Gianfrancesco took her that night gently, for which she was glad.
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