“What makes you ask such a question, Vee?” she said. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. 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. Wood turned to look at him. Let me keep him. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. I’ve tried to use my authority. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. ’ ‘Why should you care?’ demanded Roding, exasperated. There was a man, a boy, and a woman. 266 She peered up at him. Of course I knew all about him years ago, and he is exactly like everybody’s description of him.
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