But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a typewriter. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. “The fool I have been!” he cried; and now speech was coming to him. “Great!” Cathy squealed. Play foul, and win. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed. Bravo!—the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. Very well. “I said you were”—he shouted—“NOT TO GO!” She made, and overdid, an immense effort to be a princess. . The next morning came a compact letter from her father. What was his problem, she thought to herself. He had done this a dozen times on the way from his office.
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